Jim finished up with his last plane last night, so we were set to leave this morning first thing.
Sunday evening, one of the crew members told Jim that we could all just jump back on a plane with him instead of the train.
One hour- straight to Ramstein, I jumped at the chance. Not that I didn't want to come home with my husband... but, with four kids and lots of luggage, this was much simpler. Plus, we could get home two days earlier. No one resisted.
We were supposed to leave around 12:00, but ended up having a L O N G delay, sitting in the sun and a super hot, broken-down chalet at the airport for hours and hours waiting for the plane to get loaded and ready to go. The boys did fairly well in spite of another day going not quite as planned. I think that's kind of a theme for this whole Paris trip.
M E M O R I E S : not quite as planned
Oh, we were sooooo hot! This was on the taxi- the next-to-last leg of our trip home.
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