After staying up until 4:00am, I woke up to the doorbell at 8:00am. Or was it Mom waking me? Anyway, I awoke.
Mom took me to the airport; we (the group and I, not Mom and I) flew to Houston where we ate lunch during our 4 hour layover. From there, we took a 9 hour (or so) flight on Air France. The Dutchman sitting next to me was not very conducive to my attempts to sleep (he’d talk w/ his wife and/or kids, or turn on his light to read). Anyway, this kind of blends into the next day…
