Our trip began as we expected, with much excitement and anticipation.
Keeping all smiley proved a little difficult later with an hour wait to check in, long lines at security and a series of flight delays. However, while we sat in the middle of the Dulles tarmac, the lovely pilot invited those interested to come visit the cockpit. I heard a series of "Hi Mom" shouts over the loud speaker and pretended like I knew which one was Samantha.
The girls slept beautifully on the plane, but were still exhausted when we arrived in Geneva.
Once we picked up the rental car, we had a 6 hour drive ahead of us.
Although we thought the girls would sleep, they surprised us with a rendition of what they might look like on drugs:
The drive was long and difficult, especially for our hero, Kenny, the driver. The best part was savoring a culinary masterpiece of a sandwich from a highway rest stop. Kenny and I both agreed one of the best we had ever tasted. Take that, Maryland House. And, of course, the scenery, whose beauty I butchered with my Iphone photos, was breathtaking. I love you, France.
After a very long day in the car, we finally arrived at the gite (French for cottage) which could not be more charming. Our lovely hosts, who you will no doubt hear more about, gave us a warm welcome and a quick tour so Kenny could dash to the grocery store before they closed at 8.
I will post more pictures tomorrow; we were too tired to do much other than eat, shower, and pass out in pink beds.
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