Lockdown

Here we are. Almost seven hours in. And we aren't even halfway done.

We navigated from one terminal to the other, but soon saw that the u.s. Airways counter doesn't open to print our boarding passes until seven thirty a.m. Conveniently enough, CDG has a very large seating and eating area for those who are flying internationally and might need to stay overnight. So staking out our new home, we pushed all the chairs together to make beds. We watched the videos we have been along, we have listened to music, we have had deep theological talks, And now we're just sitting here. Sleep is an impossibility. The floor buffers keep rolling by, the man ten feet away is snoring like a bear, and the two Asian women are wrapped so tightly in coats it's making us too hot to sleep. And oh, yes, it's hot. Of course, the pleather might have something to do with that. Nobody ever felt good after they woke up and their arm was stuck to pleather. Its like waking up with a sore throat.

David has just pointed out a valid point. Two new people who have just approached our living area look a little shady. They're pickpocketers...or are they? Better keep the yorkshire patties close.

Anyway, hoping the next fifteen hours fly by!