I have had yet another salutary lesson as to why "living in the wreckage of the future" is not only futile, it's downright dumb.
I flew out of Charles de Gaulle airport Monday morning on a Delta/Air France direct flight to Seattle. First surprise came when I was upgraded to Economy Comfort - something I only realized when I actually got to my seat and saw that I had space. I was so delighted I grabbed the nearest flight attendant and said "Thank you!' We got to talking in that easy way Americans have of chatting and exchanging information and it turned out that she has a family member with breast cancer. For the entire flight this very nice woman made sure that I was comfortable, checked up on me several times during the flight and even brought me some hot tea.
The food was great. The in-flight entertainment system had a lot more choices than remembered: movies, HBO specials.... Caught part of season three of Game of Thrones, discovered Mildred Pierce and laughed for over an hour watching a Chris Rock special. I'm a huge fun of the last. I'm not sure this would make sense to American homelanders but listening to him reminded me of all the reasons I like my country of origin and my compatriots. Rock is irreverent, crude, politically incorrect, wicked smart and oh so right about a great many things.
Going through immigration was just fine. The border officer didn't bat an eye when I told him I lived in France. He laughed when I replied to his question "Brought anything?' with "Actually I'm planning on doing all my shopping here and taking it all back to France." And when he asked the purpose of my trip and I said, "Seeing my Mom," he smiled, handed me my passport and said, "Welcome home."
Now if we could just clone this guy...
My parents picked me up at the airport and, as promised, I had a very soft landing. Before I knew it we were in Phinney Ridge getting out of the car and I was planted on the couch in the kitchen gulping down a fresh peach smoothie (my Mom has come a long way from those ghastly tofu milkshakes she made me as a child) and eating the elder Frenchling's chocolate chip cookies.
Got up at 5 AM this morning, made coffee and have been perusing the stacks of books scattered all over the house. If I'm up to it this morning I plan to head over to Two Birds Tattoo to talk to Tara about my next bit of body art.
All in all it's good to be back for a visit.