So, mom came to visit! It was so unreal that she was actually here in Europe. I wish the rest of the family could have been here, but mom time was great. Absolutely wonderful, and relaxing.
I met Mom at the Montpellier airport—this is after I got off at the wrong bus stop and had to run to the airport. Good thing it wasn’t that far away. The first meeting was perfect. She was just right there in person, rather than on a computer screen or a bbm. She was there, really there in person. I couldn’t believe it. After the reuinion, we headed into Montpelier and I took her to my house. I gave her the tour of what I knew of the house and then we packed my bags. We wanted to get everything done and leave before Odile came back, so she wouldn’t feel weird welcoming my mom into the house when we had already been there. Mom brought me some amazing American snacks, which made me so happy. Goldfish, cheese its, Pringles, and NUTTER BUTTERS. I missed peanut butter so much so I’m so glad she was able to bring something peanut buttery and delicious. Anyway, we explored Montpellier for a bit, had some lunch, and then headed back to the house. Odile was home then, so I became translator over coffee. It was a lot of fun and interesting to see two people who didn’t speak the same language interact. Odile called us a cab, and Mom rested until the time came to leave. Then we were off on our adventure.
Of course, there had been a strike from Tuesday-Thursday, so Friday was hell. Our train to Paris was PACKED. Packed to the extent that one of our four suitcases was on out table. The others were on top of each other in a corner. People were everyone; standing, sitting on laps, leaning…it was horrible. We finally made it to Paris, after a delay of an HOUR. We thought the trouble would stop there but no. We took the metro thinking it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea, and would afford an expensive taxi cost…well we thought completely wrong. The first metro we finally got on after figuring out our way closed its doors on us. When I mean on us, I mean…we were between the two doors, and our arms were caught. It was not only horrifying but painful. People had to help Mom out of the doors. Crazy. Honestly very dangerous! Finally, after about what seemed two hours of traveling by metro and walking etc, we got to our hotel. Ordered shitty room service because the kitchen was closed, and went to bed. Had to be up early for another flight to Athens. I was pretty excited. I had always wanted to go to Greece, and going with my favorite person only makes it that much more exciting.
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