Back Stateside Again

This post is coming a bit late, but, after 10½ months in Europe, all things had to come to an end and, a week ago, I left France and came back to the US.

However, I didn't go quietly; since I had to go to Lyon to go to the airport, I decided to make a nice trip out of it. So I spent four days in Lyon combined with a daytrip to Geneva, Switzerland. Lyon is quite pretty and easy to get around; probably as much to see as in Paris, but without the size of the French capital. And a lot of the good things in Lyon are free, so there was no need to hemorrhage money left and right. Definitely a plus.
Geneva was cute and adorable... and very expensive. I went there with the express purpose of spending money and sightseeing (I had a large number of Swiss Francs I wanted to get rid of), and both missions were accomplished, but it's amazing how much prices jump once you enter the tiny little country. Still, though, the added benefit of Switzerland is that the product selection is very different compared to that in France... seems more like a hybrid of what you'd find in Germany and what you'd find in France, all squished into a single package. In any event, I got lotsa good pictures and had a very good time before...

On the 1st of May, however, it was time to return to the US. Leaving on the first, however, was a mistake logistically... because, in France, 1 May is la fête du travail, or Labor Day. For most French public holidays, things, like public transport, still run; I arrived back in France after winter break on 1 January, and that wasn't a problem. However, Labor Day in France is special and, as a result, the Lyon public transport network was completely non-operational that day.

Fortunately, what wasn't offline was the express tram from Lyon to the airport. So, I took a taxi from my hostel to the train station and the tram from the Lyon Part-Dieu station to the Lyon St-Exupéry Airport. And, with it being a holiday (perhaps), the airport was practically deserted. Definitely a plus.

Getting checked in and through security in Lyon was fairly straightforward and painless, and the airport seemed to operate a lot like a US airport in layout. Not much airside, but still a decent amount. The flight from there to Paris was short (1 hour), so it wasn't bad at all.

Connecting in Paris, however, was... fun. I was in one terminal and had to go to another. Fortunately, there was a pedestrian route, so I started following that. First, there was exit control; guy took my passport, turned to a blank page, and stamped it in a matter-of-fact manner. I then thought, cool, the gate shouldn't be far away. That was a misjudgment... it took about 20 minutes to walk to another surprise security control. And after that was the gate.

Airside was, fortunately, a bit less deserted than the first time I went through de Gaulle airport, but still overpriced and with not a good selection. Fortunately, I didn't have too long until I got to board the plane. This plane was the largest I had been on... an Airbus 380. A fully double-decked plane... I was on the lower level, but it was still awesome. The flight was long, the food wasn't too bad, and the seat neighbors weren't too horrible... just like usual.

When we landed at JFK airport, it felt a bit like Heathrow all over again... a bit of a walk to Immigration, and the line I didn't go to was jam-packed with people waiting. Getting through immigration and customs was fast and painless (and, fortunately, not very unfriendly) and the terminal I arrived at and the one I needed to go to weren't separated by much, so it was a short walk. And more waiting once through security. The flight from JFK back into Charlotte arrived... early. By about an hour. So I needed to wait around a bit for my father to arrive and, after he got me, we made the three-hour drive back to Stedman.

It fortunately hasn't been too hard to adjust to being back in the US. I do miss France (a lot), but being nice and relaxed and having time to relax has really been good. Only really strange thing is that, now, I'm running errands on my own (driving!) and that my brother isn't yet here. In a week, though, that'll be changed. I have a few more things coming up soon, like a trip to Wisconsin and one to Colorado; I might fit a Canada trip in somewhere this summer; and... I might be headed back to France this fall. Turns out that my paperwork for the renewal wasn't rejected after all! Unfortunately, the number of posts for assistants was reduced by 20%, but there's still that glimmer of hope that I'll get to return. For that would be awesome.

So, with that, this blog shall probably lie dormant for a while until more fun adventures occur. While I didn't post as regularly as I would've liked to, I thank anyone who read this for... reading this (yeah) and, additionally, all the people in Germany and France for making my stay awesome and wonderful. It's always funny to see how things differed from what I anticipated, and it's almost always been different for the better.

Bis bald / À plus,

Larry

There and Back Again

It's been a long time since the last post, and a lot has happened in that timespan. Namely, I went to Paris, then back to the United States, and I finally came back to France ov
er the course of two weeks. And now it's back to work.

As most of you know, I went back to the US for the vacances de Noël (winter/Christmas vacation) because of the fun with my airplane ticket: it was cheaper to purchase a round-trip ticket to Germany and back from France back in May than it was to buy

a single one-way ticket. Accordingly, I decided that a quick return to the US wasn't a bad idea: I'd be able to drop some things off, grab any of the varying things I had forgotten in the US and realized would make my stay in France better. So, in all, it'd be a win-win.

So, on 16 December, I went up to Paris. After all, since I had to go to Charles de Gaulle Airport on the 19th and be there at an ungodly hour, why not arrive a few days in advance to do the sightseeing thing? And the stay in Paris was well worth it... I did most of the usual tourist activities, such as visiting Notre Dame, Sacré-Coeur, the Musée du Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay, the Musée de Quai Branly, the Tour Eiffel, the Arc de Triomphe, La Défense... as expected, it was a lot of moving around, but it was also a lot of fun. The thing that made it even more fun was that most of the monuments offered free/reduced admission charges to young EU residents (of which I am one, and have been since July), the exception being the Louvre, and the cheap day-ticket available for under-25's on the weekends.

And, as they say, don't try to see all of the Louvre in one day: it won't end well. But don'

t just go straight for the Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo, and Winged Victory: there are a lot of other things to see. But I still preferred the Musée d'Orsay due to it having more of the things I really liked and despite its "no photography" rule that seems to be a recent innovation (it wasn't there the last time I went to said museum...

After the fun in Paris, it was time to brave Charles de Gaulle Airport, the bane of many

travellers. Naturally, it's not in the city of Paris, but getting there involves either an expensive train ticket or a long bus ride. I chose the bus ride because the bus went right to the terminal I left from; surprisingly, though, the whole process of getting through the airport was straightforward with few long lines. Granted, the passport control officer gave me an entry stamp instead of an exit stamp, but it wasn't too grave at that point. However, the terminal in question (Terminal 1) seemed rather barren; not a lot of shops or cafés available, especially once one made it through security.

Then came the nine hour plane flight. Yes, nine hours... it was long, and me sleeping on planes is a rare feat. We finally arrived at Charlotte-Douglas Airport and, unlike my experiences clearing Customs in Toronto, the officers were actually rather friendly and polite even after getting randomly selected for extra screening (though, fortunately, no unpacking and repacking my luggage was involved). Definitely a plus. After the fun of that, rechecking my bag, and going back through security, it was time to get on airplane number 2 to Raleigh. Fortunately, the second flight was a bit shorter: 50 minutes rather than several hours. Once I got on the ground, I went out, found my father, grabbed my bags, and then we got in the car for the hour-and-a-half car ride back to Stedman.

Break was, unsurprisingly, rather calm and relaxing. I got my driver's license practically as soon as I got back, so I'm now able to torment the roads both in the US and in France (with a translation of my license, of course). But, otherwise, not much happened... lots of eating, video games, spending time with family, playing Magic the Gathering with my brother and my mother's friend, taking pictures, and working on graduate school applications. With only 12 days on the ground in the States, though, the time went by very quickly and, before we all knew it, it was time to go back to France.

So, on New Year's Eve, with my father and my evil brother, we took the three-hour trip to Charlotte again. This time, my flight plan was an hour-long flight to Atlanta, a five-hour layover, and then eight hours to Paris. This was a rather uneventful trip, if not particularly boring... the Atlanta airport at least had reasonably inexpensive places to eat, but not many. We got into Paris a bit ahead of schedule, but finding the RER station was rather confusing due to the fastest route there being blocked off for some unknown reason (while the RER to the city is expensive, quite frankly, I was tired and didn't want to have to deal with the bus again). From there, I then took the RER and Métro to the train station and, after even more waiting round, got on the train to Clermont-Ferrand, arriving there late on the first and deciding to crash pretty much immediately.

In all, the trip back to the States was a good idea despite not having much time on the ground there. I did get a lot of stuff to give out to my students and the teachers I work with, not to also mention some more stuff for show-and-tell (like a North Carolina flag). And now it's time to start planning the next trip... I'm thinking the UK. Or Turkey.