Saturday - fly to Yankeeland. Up at 5.30am, the others bleary eyed but also up, then rolling at 6.20am. Returning the car is quick except for finding the desk. The check in lady asks questions and is taking forever. Then we need to swap some weight out of one bag. We get through security late. Marie goes champagne shopping while I realise, panicked, that the board is showing Final Call for our flight. I tell Marie I'm taking the boys to the gate! She arrives empty handed as she thought I had the boarding passes, needed for duty free purchases, as they start to page us.
The in flight entertainment is some TVs hanging from the roof like in a country coach. Dealing with the flight attendants is like a slap in the face after the politesse of France. One lady is incredibly rude: "You got your seat belts on? Keep them on!", while the others tend to be nicer but don't say much - weird a bit sad. No probs in customs, after eventually finding the ATM getting tickets to the airtrain for cash, and two weekly subway tickets (boys are free) is easy. We get dinner fast, and everyone's asleep by about 7 or 8pm local time.
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