France at 200 kph - of Grandmothers Lyon and Rain
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France at 200 kph: Grandmothers, Lyon, and Rain
During my teenage years, I traveled to France with my family?"my parents and grandmother?"for a month-long sightseeing adventure in a rental car. Even Michael Schumacher and Formula 1 had nothing on my dad's driving with our Opel rental.
American fathers have a peculiar habit during trips: the relentless pursuit to see everything possible. In a place like France, rich with sights, this can be overwhelming. My memories are a bit hazy, so I'll rely on my Nomad Travel Journal to recount the journey.
A Tour of Churches
Churches. Big ones, small ones, ruins, and even new ones. For three days straight, my grandmother insisted we stop at every church we passed. She was an amazing grandmother, but after forty years as a grade school teacher, there was no way we could say no. Did I mention we saw a lot of churches?
Arrival in Lyon
We finally arrived in Lyon as the third day turned to evening, accompanied by rain. Tired and a bit irritable, we had a minor argument before checking into an older hotel with vacancies. My parents got one room, while my grandmother and I shared another. We agreed to take a nap and meet later.
As I rested on my bed, I watched the rain pelting the windows and admired the hotel's intricate woodwork. I dozed off but was soon awakened by my grandmother.
The Stuck Door Dilemma
"The door is stuck!" she exclaimed.
I grumbled and tried to yank it open?"several times. Like a scene from a comedy, I used every ounce of strength, but the swollen wood wouldn't budge.
My grandmother suggested I call the front desk, using my two years of high school French. Chaos ensued. Without the key, I couldn't tell them our room number. Worse, I couldn't recall the French word for "door." All I managed to say was, "We are stuck!"
In desperation, I yelled our last name, "Chapo," hoping they'd investigate. Little did I realize "chapeau" means "hat" in French, so I was effectively shouting, "We are stuck! Hat!"
Amidst my frustration, I banged the door with my fist, and to our surprise, it swung open. My grandmother and I burst into laughter.
An Eventful Night
Eager to share the ordeal, I dashed to my parents' room. Mid-story, my mom plugged in her hairdryer, promptly blowing out the electricity for the entire floor.
We decided to leave early the next morning, marking the end of an unforgettable day.
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