Bordeaux

Cancelled
Cancelled

Vacations are always, always filled with unexpected happenings. It is how you handle yourself through the unforeseeable circumstance which will determine one’s own disposition. On this past Sunday we were at the Calgary airport waiting in a very long queue to get through security. I noticed one security official pulling people randomly to be searched and swabbed. Usually I am one of those who must have a stamped ‘pick me’ on my forehead. Since we were a ways down the queue, I swapped places with Rick, mentioning that I didn’t want to be noticed. Well wouldn’t you know, a minute or two later I saw her walking down the row, and here she is stopping and asking Rick if he’s travelling alone. No, there is two of us, and we get pulled out of line. I started laughing. You know, the uncontrollable laughter which grabs your belly because life couldn’t get any more quirky. And besides, the look on Rick’s face did help in creating the continuous giggles. Well, this time all that was done was a swab down of hands, waist and shoes and then we were ushered through security tout suite with no repercussions of a private room and extensive search. Rick, however, did have his belongings searched once they went through the x-ray machine. Too funny!

Upon arriving in Paris the laughter subsided when finding out that the trains were on strike and our departure for Bordeaux was going to be extended by a number of hours. Not all the trains were cancelled, it’s just that they were far and few inbetween. So what does one do when faced with train strikes? Well, we find the hotel at the station, grab a comfy seat in the lounge and order wine and food. Voila! It’s all good and not worth stressing about something out of your control. So after being refreshed with libations and a 26 Euro hamburger Rick left me there to relax while he went scouting possibilities and alternatives, or at least answers as to what happens next? The only alternative was to wait and catch the slow milk-run train 4 hours later and arriving in Bordeaux 5 hours after that. I don’t think I need to tell you how exhausted we were. ..plus hungry. However, once at the hotel by midnight, Rick went out for food. He hit the jackpot by finding a Tunisian swarma place, the kind of sandwich shop we’ve been missing since leaving Tunisia in 2001. Again, life may offer a few upsets along the way, but there is always something pleasant in the mix.

Well, that was Sunday and Monday and here we are at Wednesday. Jet lag needs a day all by itself so I will end this lengthy entry with pictures from our walk-about yesterday.
À bientôt

Morning flowers
Morning flowers
Avenue of trees
Avenue of trees

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Camino in Bordeaux
Camino in Bordeaux
Fountains
Fountains

Fashion
Fashion
Wine
Wine

4 thoughts on “Bordeaux

  1. I can see it all happening in my mind’s eye. I would be giggling right along side of you! Glad you finally arrived and are settled in. I know you will engage ALL your senses as you start this adventure! Some moments are just that much sweeter having had to struggle to get there! And you are finding the serendipities too! Hugs to you both.

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