We board the flight to Casablanca on Royal Air Maroc. We are now on our own in no man’s land with this airline. No longer an elite member, frequent flyer member, million mile club, “chairman preferred status” enjoying the all priority boarding privileges, we now board with everyone into the back of the bus.
Departure for Liberia via Morrocco
Depart for Monrovia.
I have the most restless night sleep. I toss and turn. Meanwhile, Ed has no trouble at all. His regular deep breathing is somewhat calming for me. I don’t know how he does it, but nothing ever gets to him. He is so calm, but I get so worried about everything.
Last rest day before heading to Monrovia
The last rest day in Paris.
It is cold this morning. Very very cold. When Ed comes in from his run, his hands are like two blocks of ice. He tells the clerk at the front desk there is “un froid royal extraordinaire” (a cold royal and extraordinary) and she laughs really hard. The French like to put the word “royal” to describe anything extra large, big or huge.
A rest day in Paris
Feb 20, 2018 – Tuesday. Another nice and beautiful day in Paris. We are hoping by now that we would be on Parisian time but no such luck. Ed sill wakes up pretty late, staying still on Florida time. Today Ed decides not to run by himself but he wants to get me up and take a long walk with him to the banks of the Seine.
getting the surgical tech ready
We woke up at 11 AM, which is 5 AM Florida time, our regular morning routine. Ed gets dressed for his morning run, quite a bit different from Florida, wearing his long warm running pants, gloves and cap. That’s how Ed starts his day, an excellent energizing run along the banks of the Seine river. Continue reading “getting the surgical tech ready”
Taking off in a snowstorm, landing in thick fog
Packing for this trip has been challenging. We like to fly American Airlines out of Tampa, Florida, our home-based airport. However, American Airlines does not fly into Liberia. We have to get ourselves to Paris—nineteen hours of travel time by itself—stay over in Paris, then catch another flight from Paris to Liberia—another twelve hours of travel time. If we were to depart on a Saturday, we would arrive in Liberia on a Tuesday.
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