We left the hotel this morning after I chose to sleep in for breakfast while giving myself just enough time to stop into Harrods for a cheese scone, my favorite and only 39 pence (so less than $1 – beat that Starbucks!).
Mom and I had to find a way to compact our luggage from three items (purse, carry on bag, and checked back) to two (carry on and checked bag), so we did our best to make the temporary changes to not have to pay an extra bag fee with Ryan Air and all three of us were off – dragging our luggage through the tube stations until we reached the Liverpool Street station where we picked up the Stansted Express train that would bring us to the airport.
As usual, with my Dad in tow, we were incredibly early in checking in so we spent time wandering through the Duty Free shops and sat down at the airport bar for beers and a snack before our flight to France. We picked up lunch at Pret A Manger to bring on the plane and by the time we decided to walk down to our gate it was time to board.
The flight to France was just under an hour and we landed 5-minutes before we were due to arrive. The trouble began there when it took over an hour of waiting in line at the Avis counter for our rental car. Mom had requested a GPS, but for some reason they couldn’t find one for us, or a map (Mom: Do you have a map? Avis Jerk: No, I have no map for you). Customer service, ahhh, welcome to France.
We did finally get a car, and after Dad figured out the parking break we were off on a 2-hour drive to Balleroy.
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