Oh the stories I could tell. My mom and her friend Mary came to visit. Paris Day 1: lost camera, 7 flights of spiraling staircase and two 50 lb suitcases. Amsterdam: Red light district, asking the server what language they speak, buying lots of cheese, erupting volcano, craziness at the train station. Amsterdam train to Brussels: cancelled. Next train completely packed like a metro. Brussels: Watch a man dig through a stolen purse, waffles, chocolate, peeing boy statue, cancelled flight to the US. Brussels train: a running adventure, almost missed train, UK security. Paris (again): rebooking of flights, leaving mom and Mary to fend for themselves with 2 large suitcases plus carry on luggage. SNCF strike, finding a new train to Tours. Tours: 16+ mile bike ride. Tours train: cancelled. Train jumping until I made it back to Brest.
Mom and Mary: finally got a flight on Tuesday, tried to carry on cheese from Amsterdam, threw away cheese from Amsterdam :( , made it to chicago, rechecking of bags, security, staying overnight, throwing away of all liquids, 6 am flight to STL.
I think I hit some of the more important aspects. Maybe one day I will revisit them in detail. photos soon to come.
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