We arrived in France, early morning of the 26 July.
Super Handsome and oldest son drove in one of the UK cars and the rest of us took the Eurostar.
It turned out that we should have prebooked the Eurostar. The station was mad and all the trains were oversold. Since we did not have another option, we had to take Business Class. Ooo la la! Many thank you’s have to be extended here to the business men that helped us get our stuff onto the train. We were all lugging suitcases and my youngest two needed help. As I went to help them, the men standing around us lifted the suitcases up to assist us.
Meanwhile, Super Handsome was stuck in traffic on the M25. What we did not realize was the public schools in the UK had their last day 24 July. So, there was a MASS exodus occurring. Hence the traffic jam on the M25 and the Eurostar being oversold.
Super Handsome finally made it to Folkstone and loaded the car onto the train. It was somewhere in this part of the story that Chip was standing on Lilibeth’s soft cat carrier to look out the window and apparently, she was mad! She hissed at him with her ears back, while he just stood on her carrier, happily looking out the window! They got off the train and from there, it was not all smooth sailing. The car was warm, we had been in the midst of a heat wave. When Super Handsome opened the window, Lilibeth (our kitten) meowed because she hated the noise. So, the dog panted and the car got very hot.
Meanwhile, I had arrived in France and went to the train station. Not after I had to deal with some troublesome guys who were pulling a scam at the ticket machines and trying to buy our tickets and have us pay him with money. They swore that the machines would not take my card because it was not French, they also had badges to look ‘official’. I declined their help and went to the ticket window.
We waited and waited and our train was not showing up. With the help of a very nice stranger, we figured out that our train was not running after 10pm due to works on the line. So, he kindly assisted us and took us to where we could get off the train at a station close to where we needed to be, from there we could take a bus. Then, after he thought more about it, he insisted that he would drive us to our destination. He was very kind and we all smashed ourselves into his old, little BMW at 1 am, but it worked. We arrived just after Super Handsome did. He (his name is Peter) told Super Handsome and I both that he felt that we were too big of a target for something to go wrong and he said that he wouldn’t have been able to sleep without delivering us safely to our destination.
He was a very sweet man and apparently my second oldest son needed some proof that there is some good in the world. My second son was very suspicious that the man was going to do us wrong and felt better that the man declined our attempt to give him money. Instead, we took his email and we plan to have him over for dinner sometime.
We arrived very late and immediately all went into our temporary place and went to bed.
Good-bye England! We will miss you and all of our friends. Thankfully, you are just a short train ridge away.
xoxo
Super Handsome and oldest son drove in one of the UK cars and the rest of us took the Eurostar.
It turned out that we should have prebooked the Eurostar. The station was mad and all the trains were oversold. Since we did not have another option, we had to take Business Class. Ooo la la! Many thank you’s have to be extended here to the business men that helped us get our stuff onto the train. We were all lugging suitcases and my youngest two needed help. As I went to help them, the men standing around us lifted the suitcases up to assist us.
Meanwhile, Super Handsome was stuck in traffic on the M25. What we did not realize was the public schools in the UK had their last day 24 July. So, there was a MASS exodus occurring. Hence the traffic jam on the M25 and the Eurostar being oversold.
Super Handsome finally made it to Folkstone and loaded the car onto the train. It was somewhere in this part of the story that Chip was standing on Lilibeth’s soft cat carrier to look out the window and apparently, she was mad! She hissed at him with her ears back, while he just stood on her carrier, happily looking out the window! They got off the train and from there, it was not all smooth sailing. The car was warm, we had been in the midst of a heat wave. When Super Handsome opened the window, Lilibeth (our kitten) meowed because she hated the noise. So, the dog panted and the car got very hot.
Meanwhile, I had arrived in France and went to the train station. Not after I had to deal with some troublesome guys who were pulling a scam at the ticket machines and trying to buy our tickets and have us pay him with money. They swore that the machines would not take my card because it was not French, they also had badges to look ‘official’. I declined their help and went to the ticket window.
We waited and waited and our train was not showing up. With the help of a very nice stranger, we figured out that our train was not running after 10pm due to works on the line. So, he kindly assisted us and took us to where we could get off the train at a station close to where we needed to be, from there we could take a bus. Then, after he thought more about it, he insisted that he would drive us to our destination. He was very kind and we all smashed ourselves into his old, little BMW at 1 am, but it worked. We arrived just after Super Handsome did. He (his name is Peter) told Super Handsome and I both that he felt that we were too big of a target for something to go wrong and he said that he wouldn’t have been able to sleep without delivering us safely to our destination.
He was a very sweet man and apparently my second oldest son needed some proof that there is some good in the world. My second son was very suspicious that the man was going to do us wrong and felt better that the man declined our attempt to give him money. Instead, we took his email and we plan to have him over for dinner sometime.
We arrived very late and immediately all went into our temporary place and went to bed.
Good-bye England! We will miss you and all of our friends. Thankfully, you are just a short train ridge away.
xoxo