After a frantic week mostly spent packing, moving, crying and sleeping on my couch in Montreal, I finally made it to the airport on Friday afternoon, ready for my 7PM flight. Or at least, that’s what I thought.
While I was checking in, I learned that my flight was delayed to 9PM. Oh well, I thought. 2 hours isn’t that bad, my mom will be happy to spend some extra time with me (and that left me with enough time to enjoy one last iced cappuccino at Tim Hortons. Can’t take the Canadian out, eh!).
And then, at around 8, my flight was further delayed to 11. And of course, at 11, it was delayed to 12:30… and then finally to 1:30. I was exhausted at that point and felt slightly irritated by the situation, not only because of the considerable delays but also because of the complete lack of information, mixed with the surprise last-minute gate change and the total absence of compensation. I had really high expectations because I had heard only great things about Air Transat, but really, that experience was extremely disappointing.
After a smooth and sleepy flight (I fell asleep watching Harry Potter, how exhausted was I?), I landed in Lyon, excited to see my fiancé for the first time in months. We explored the historic center of Lyon during the afternoon and ate really, really great sushi for dinner, which was served with semi-pornographic sake. Not bad for a first official meal in France!
J’aime la France!