Il pleut. Mais il faisait très chaud aujourd’hui, donc je me plaigne pas. Et en tout cas, j'aime la pluie. C'est le gris que je n'aime pas.
Okay, sorry. I just read a French blog, and now I feel like writing in French. But I’ll spare you all further time wastage.
So…recap. I got to see my dad and Michele and Katie yesterday. They are traveling in
France, but their route didn’t reach to Toulouse (it doesn’t really draw many tourists), so I headed to to see them. It was sooooo nice to see my dad. We walked around Avignon and talked. I hadn’t seen him since the end of August, nearly ten months ago. Avignon
My only complaint for the day was the train ride. First of all, I don’t know why on earth they were calling that a TGV, because it’s speed was far short of great. It was the special kind of train that can go fast, but I guess it doesn’t go fast on that particular route. My dad was telling me they took the TGV from
Paris to Lyon, and it flew all the way to Lyon. My train stopped in every town along the way and only went the speed of a normal train. Whatever. The train home was not a TGV, and I had to transfer in . The layover was only supposed to be 15min, but the connecting train was half an hour late. I didn’t have to be anywhere, but it had already been a longish day. Then, at one point, the train stopped in the middle of a field somewhere. It stopped, and then they turned it off. We sat in a field with no air conditioning, in relatively sweltering heat, for 15min. It didn’t make it any more enjoyable that everyone around me kept making loud exclamations of “Mais qu’est-ce qu’y a?” and “Putain! Qu’est-ce qui se passe?” And then they would all speculate with each other as to why we were stopped, when we probably just had to wait for another train to get out of the station. We were 30min behind schedule, after all, which probably seriously screws up the order in these small-town train stations. Narbonne
I caught my first ever glimpse of the Mediterranean Sea (from the train), and I saw the Rhone river in
, so I’m pretty pleased with the day. Not to sound uber cheesy, but it was a day that I won’t soon forget and I’ll always (brace yourselves) cherish it. Avignon
Yikes. Okay, I’m glad that’s over with. Now I can get on with my life.
More photos on Flickr.