Departure time!

Sadly, all good trips come to an end and this family visit to France did as well.

A subdued group lined up to get some food from a counter before boarding the plane and was shocked to discover that, in the departure lounge, this "fast food" type place was not equipped to dish out take-out food. No bags. No take out containers. So Simone tried, for better or for worst, to juggle a half dozen croque-monsieurs and drinks for the crew. It was an epic endeavour, especially since little B, tired and distraught because his father had disappeared into the washrooms shortly before boarding the plane, threw a fit and Simone had to deal with him without spilling a drop.

The plane ride itself was largely uneventful. Most of the children slept, save for the youngest of course. Someone had to keep Simone out of trouble. Even hubby managed some napping.

The 20 year old and his girlfriend, having secured a last minute change of ticket at the Charles de Gaulle airport, got off in Montreal. Since they were going on to Ottawa, the bus trek would be much shorter for them from there. The 22 year old took the bus home in Toronto. The 17 and 15 year olds took off as well. And once they grabbed their cars from the airport, the 13 year old turned to Simone.

"I'm hungry," she said.

Simone sighed. No true French baguette in sight. No saucisson. No cheap cheese or wine.

But on the plus side? The most comfortable bed ever, waiting at home.

Aaaaah! Home sweet home.