We are back in NC! In a mad whirlwind, Em and I departed Herbignac with the cats in tow. Stressed out in their carriers, Loki gave us a blast of explosive cat diarrhea which she proceeded to roll in and lie in during the car trip to the Nantes train station, so we were soooo popular on the train… (Em hauled the cat through three TGV train cars searching for a bathroom that had a working sink to wash the cat off in, but never could find one that funtioned properly, and ended up blasting the filthy cat with spurts of random tap water, while I sat in the back of the car with the better-behaved feline, Freya, and reflected on the joys of international travel)
Tip to those traveling under stress – the CDG Sheraton, despite its excessive room prices, more than makes up for its cost by giving you a luxury room at the airport from which you can simply walk to your flight the next day – no exhorbitant taxi fees, no traffic jams, no racing the clock.
The cats both vanished under the hotel bed and refused to come out, until morning came and human bait and treachery prevailed.
Eight hours and fifteen minutes of flying found us back in the states, where my parents met us for another six hours of driving from Washington to North Carolina. For the past week we have been settling gradually into our new home while friends and family phone and visit daily. English overload! It isn’t as bad as I had feared – I adapted pretty quickly to once again being able to follow multiple dinner conversations at once – but it does get exhausting, still. I find it takes very little “native socializing” before I’m worn out, tired and ready to go somewhere quiet and read a good book. Of course, I was like this before we moved, so it’s hard to say how much is due to France…
I’ll be writing more over the weeks and months to come. We have a workshop to build from loaned equipment, and a lot of setup work to do. I don’t realistically expect to be making pipes again for two or three months, at a guess. In the meantime, expect some random rambles about re-culturation into the US lifestyle and the shock effect of being a seven year time traveler in one’s own country.
The cars are enormous. People have pickup trucks to drive three miles to an office job. Our cola bottles are the size of my torso. We have bags of chips that we could carry a cat in. More to come, but in the meanwhile, Em watches birds from the back deck.