Laura and I learned a great lesson in procrastination. We bought our tickets to get out of Paris the morning before we had to leave using the Wi-fi at McDonald’s. Not cool. Then we couldn’t get a flight into London proper and had to fly into Luton, which was a 40 minute train ride. Then the flight was delayed an hour. Then the tube was closed. Then we had to take a taxi. I call it The Great Parisian Escape of 2015. Giving it an epic name makes me feel better about spending an arm and a leg to get back to London so we could catch our flights home the next day. Luckily we stored our luggage at the airport so we weren’t dragging our bags around everywhere.
There were also a bunch of drunk teenagers on the train from Luton to London. They were so loud and obnoxious. Where were their parents?
There was one exciting thing that happened during all of this that made us happy, however: before taking off in Paris, the airplane drove over not one, but two over passes with the highway underneath.
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