France: I Bid You Adieu!

Woke at 2 a.m. though the alarm was set for 3. Unable to check in on line for my flight the hotel clerk told me to get to the airport early for seat confirmation. Besides check in concerns transport to Charles De Gaulle, (CDG), was another problem. I was told several hotel patrons leaving at 4 a.m were facing challenges getting to the airport.

While the bed beckoned I took a final stretch got up, dressed, and AP’d Uber. As I walked into the lobby the Uber driver was notifying me of pick up a quarter mile away.

Though I wanted the ride I had no idea of the location, had 1 bag, 2 carry-ons, and the darkness loomed. I texted back I had no idea of the location and within 3 minutes he was at the hotel. This was a good sign.

Upon checking out I donated the 10 euro subway card to the desk clerk as a token of appreciation for his guidance and walked out to the waiting Uber. The Uber driver assisted with bags and spoke minimal English.

The ride to CDG held no Paris lights and we passed through an intersection where police were beating a felon 10 feet from the car and more were running from a panel van to assist. Grateful the light turned I asked the driver about this and he stated, “unsafe area,” elaborating no further.

When we arrived at CDG the driver placed me at the exact terminal, assisted with my bags, and stayed an extra moment to ensure the old lady got into the terminal. While he was richly tipped, it was a nice touch. It is eight hours till departure. Sufficient time for an airport review. 🙂

Finding a bank of computers I quickly accessed my flight information and checked in. Whew!

Next, find a cart.

Check.

And the visit to the loo.

It is now 7 hours 15 minutes to take off, so I checked for a spot to rest. Several places were already taken.

Looks like an entire family on a camping trip here.

And somewhere under that blanket is a solo traveler.

Then there is this interesting place to doze between calls.

And while in my search I was unable to find the perfect spot to rest my head I did locate the perfect way to end this blog.

Charles de Gaulle to Lisbon Airport to Porto, Portugal

The flight to Paris was magical sitting next to a delightful young couple from NYC happily married for several years and newly pregnant. It made the trip go and I got her extra bottle of wine. What more can you ask for!

But then I got off the plane. Charles de Gaulle is one busy place. They have one level for gates and a lower level in the middle of the floor for food courts, restrooms, and other services.

Grateful the layover was brief I quickly boarded for my next flight. Since my Delta flight was late I was placed on another airline which shall remain nameless. What wonderful flight attendants they have but check out the leg room.

Sitting in the back row proved claustrophobic and when a large man sat next to me I closed my eyes pretending I wasn’t there appreciative it was a short flight.

Lisbon Airport, (or Lisboa), was friendly and easy to maneuver. This was an indication of what was to come. Items of necessity were well defined with congestion limited.

In the Airport I switched out my Sim Card at an airport store for 20 Euros and was connected to WIFI for navigation, (or so I thought). Talked into taking a hybrid car by the charming rental car salesperson, (another mistake), I was on my way.

First Stop.. Fatima

The travel company who developed this Fly/Drive Package gave succinct directions on what to see in the 6 days at Porto and Lisbon, Portugal. While Fatima was not on the itinerary, and I had been before, I revisited.

For those unaware this is a place where the Blessed Mother appeared. Peaceful and reverent here are some pictures which depict that.

Berlin Wall

Leaving Fatima Waze told me she had no wifi so following signs to Porto I stopped at an Aldi’s once in Porto. Finding my way to the hotel the manager explained WAZE works on phone numbers and Google Maps uses the internet. Henceforth I was to become a Google Maps Girl. Lessons learned.

Hope she makes you laugh!