Signs

As if I needed final confirmation that our gallavant around Europe is not as straight-forward in real life as it was in my dreams, our plans to go to Paris for the weekend are quickly coming unravelled. Indeed, it seems like getting over to France is tougher for us than for others. Last time we went--back in the spring--we were undone by a massive, freak spring wind-storm. Let me be the first to assure you that 13 hours on a ferry, bobbing up and down like a bath-toy in the English channel (with a 2 year old to entertain while you fight to keep from being sick) is unpleasant at best.

This weekend, we decided to avoid the ferries... to many things can un-stick a ferry trip. Striking ferry workers. Striking fishermen blockading ferry workers. Striking border patrol (it is France, after all). Bad weather. Etc.

This time, we took chance out of the equation and went with Eurostar. Heck, according to their website, 92% of their trains run on time and they're never cancelled. Well, almost never. Today, the chunnel was closed. Freak fire in the chunnel itself. We leave tomorrow on the first train... at least, in theory. Just in case you want the background, check out the BBC website story.

Especially as we're travelling with Anna and Caleb, I particularly like the last part of the story... the part titled, "Travel Chaos."

Good grief. Check back for the next blog, which I can only hope isn't titled 10 Hours of Child Minding in an International Train Foyer...