Keeping in theme with how our trip started out, Italians have continued to make me smile as our Paris trip comes to a close. As I sit enjoying the fact that the airport is on the same wireless network as my hotel and therefore I can get online, a large Italian man heading to Bologna begins yelling loudly at two airport security guards. It’s gibberish to me, however he’s passionate and it’s a scene to watch. Digging into my freshly opened package of chocolate biscuit cookies I enjoy the show. Caro takes notice of the action and stealthly hides her passport (total side note – it appears Caro might be more paranoid than I am, but that’s the subject of it’s own blog.)
As we wait in the cluster-fuck that is the Paris Beuvais (??) airport I am reminded of cattle or, as Caro referenced while doing a crossword puzzle, “#23 Down, another word for a Disorderly Mob.”