Wow. We were slow flying in from Limoges and barely made our connection in CDG--a young woman whisked us into a van right from the base of the steps coming off our propeller plane and drove us through CDG to get our passports checked, then zipped us a little farther to security, where she argued mightily with another official who wanted us to get in a different line. She finally conceded and we shoved past a whole lot of annoyed people to get through X-ray in the new line, and then we took off running to our gate. When we got there, they hadn't shut the plane yet but they insisted on scanning Ahren and me with wands while I panted and coughed. It took me about half an hour on the plane to recover from the excitement.
Our luggage didn't arrive with us, of course, but I don't need my fencing bag for a while. I'll take some time off and start planning the next training year.
10-06-2008 08:34 PM