Bonjour La France

Things Go Wrong When You Travel. This is the title of a book by a guy doing a seminar at the Rick Steves store recently. It's apparently not as discouraging as it first sounds. The flip side of that statement is it's not what goes wrong, but how you deal with it that tests the mettle of yourself and your travelling companions as a team. I've not read the book, but I understand the idea.

I am in a somewhat comatose state right now, in a hotel room, in Alencon (soft 's' c, but I don't have the accents), France. It has been about 26 hours since we've slept and it's about 5 or 6 pm here, 8:30am at home...the girls are wired and giggling in their beds, and, in case you didn't already notice, we are not where we're supposed to be. But we are safe and warm, and getting pretty close to actually being asleep, so that gives you some hint of how we dealt with the thing that went wrong. It was a minor case of getting lost on one's first day in France after flying here all night, but no real damage done.

I'll rewrite this after I sleep.