Crossing the Channel

Wednesday afternoon, dark outside. We are riding the Eurostar train at 200+ kph from London to Paris. We’ll be there by 5:30, local time. The last time I was there was about 25 years ago, on a camp counsellor exchange with a camp in Ostende, Belgium. We are all exhausted after a couple of busy days in London, British museum, exploring Hampstead Heath, a political stand-up show for me and a quiet night watching Glee for the girls, then yesterday going down to Hamleys in Regent St, the biggest toy stop in the world, or at least it was when I was little. After that we spent the afternoon at the tower of London, the guide explaining the subtleties between the executions and the murders that took place there, as well as the historical and architectural features around us. Then tubes and logistics, theatre tickets, train tickets, a video-chat with Kath & Jodie that didn’t quite work, a quick supper in the garden at my  aunt and uncle’s, and then seeing the musical Wicked at the Apollo Victoria Theatre. Great spectacle and actors, a fun story, just impressivenating!

Out of the Chunnel. On est en France. Bizarre que mon cerveau commence a transformer en outil francais. Ca devrait etre tout a fait naturel. On sort du tunnel et me voila pensant en francais. C’est pour ca qu’on fait ce voyage, a nous immerser a la culture pour que la communication deveient tout a fait facile. Le temps est different ici.On a laisse les nuages gris de l’autre cote de la Manche. Ici, il fait soleil, plus chaud, plus plat, moins industriel et plus pastorale. Notre prochain aventure arrive.