My final post about our European Adventure!
Since we missed our initial flight to Paris, we had to get up at 3 am for a taxi ride to the airport to catch our new flight.
Upon landing in Paris we needed had a couple of hours to get to the airport from which we were scheduled to fly home. However, we got an email saying that due to bad weather in Iceland, our flight home had been cancelled and rescheduled for the next day. There was also a second email that came in html text and didn’t make much sense. I tried logging onto our flight schedule online, but the website was down. Next we tried to make some calls to the airlines. However we couldn’t get through and decided just to embrace one more day in Paris!
We decided to see a slightly different section, so we found ourselves a hotel room and then headed off to see the Bastille monument.
Close to the base of the monument there was some sort of political rally going on. Note the guys in the flatbed of the truck making speeches!
More delightful architecture. One of the most special parts about revisiting Paris on our return trip was that it felt “familiar”. How cool is that??!!!
The park near Victor Hugo’s home.
It was free to visit the apartment of Victor Hugo!
He had highly ornate furniture.
His writing desk!
After touring the house, we strolled around that section of Paris.
There were some interesting shirts for sale!
And how on earth did we miss the pastries the first time around! These were out of this world!
Amazing architecture is everywhere!
After dinner from street vendors and then our first time ordering cocktails in a restaurant, we headed up to Sacre Coeur Basilica in the Monmartre quarter.
From it’s steps we had an amazing view of the Eiffel tower lit with its nighttime light show!
When we hit our hotel room again, I logged onto our flight itinerary online just to make sure everything was in order and my stomach churned. According to our online schedule, Iceland Air had transferred us to a flight with British Airways that had left for Seattle about 1 pm in the afternoon – an hour earlier than the original flight we had booked home. We started making calls again, but still couldn’t seem to dial out of France to Iceland, where the airline call center was. It was nearly midnight and we had been trying for over an hour when I texted my mom out of desperation. It was only 3 pm in Oregon, maybe she could figure out how to call into Iceland. She was happy to try and about 15 minutes later she had gotten through and made all the arrangements!
We were booked to fly from Paris to London, transfer and fly home on British Airways. We had an hour to change planes at the London-Heathrow airport. When we landed we discovered we had to go through security again and the line was enormous! Passengers with our flight number were called out of line and we followed a guide down into the basement and were sent down a long hall to a smaller security area. As we handed them our tickets we were told we had already been taken off the flight. Back upstairs to book yet another one! We would actually get to sit next to each other on this flight, so our seating arrangement was an improvement, but we had four hours to kill at the airport!
So I browsed the ridiculously expensive clothing!
The flight home was a definite upgrade from our flight over to Europe! British Airways served us two meals and kept us well supplied with drinks throughout the flight! We also had movies, socks, blankets, ear plugs and a pillow at our fingertips!
I’ve really enjoyed doing it slowly over the course of a year and reminding myself of all the lovely places we saw and the adventures we had. It was a truly bonding experience and a great way to start marriage. We made an incredible memory that was only shared by the two of us, which aided us in forming our new identity as a family of our own. I hope you have enjoyed reading about it as much as I’ve enjoyed revisiting it. I always dreamed of going to Europe, but there was a part of me that doubted such a dream would ever come true. But it did. Luke and I both hope to go back someday, but maybe we never will. Regardless, it doesn’t hurt to dream.