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France At 200 kph Of Grandmothers Lyon And Rain
n my teens, I traveled to mention we looked at churches?
France with my mother,
father and grandmother for We pulled into Lyon as the third
a month of sightseeing with a day turned to evening. It was
rental car. Michael Schumacher raining. We were tired and
and Formula 1 have nothing on my grumpy. After a minor argument,
father and our Opel rental car. we pulled up in front of an older
hotel with vacancies and checked
American fathers have an in. Family arrangements being
interesting if somewhat what they were, my parents had
aggravating habit on trips. Yes, one room while my grandmother and
I am talking about the desire to I shared a second. We all agreed
see everything there is to see. to take a nap and meet a little
This was particularly problematic later.
in France, which has a gazillion
things to see. For some reason, As I lay on my bed, I watched the
my memory is a blur! I'll have to rain come down hard on the
refer back to my Nomad Travel windows. I also admired the old,
Journal, but here we go... intricate wood structure that was
our hotel. I dozed off and was
Churches. Big churches. Small awaken a few hours later by my
churches. Church ruins. New grandmother.
churches. For three days, my
grandmother had insisted we stop "The door is stuck!" she told me.
at every church we passed. She is
just about the greatest
grandmother a kid could hope for, Grumbling, I walked over to the
but she had been a grade school door and gave it a yank. Then I
teacher for forty years and there gave it another yank. Like a bad
is just no disobeying. Did I comedy, I put one leg up on the
wall and yanked again. Alas, the occurred to me that the
wood seemed to have swollen and pronunciation of my last name
jammed the door shut. I couldn't means "hat" in French. Yes, I was
budge it. yelling,
At this point, my grandmother "We are stuck! Hat!"
made a passing comment about the
two years of French I was taking "We are stuck! Hat!"
in high school and pointed to the
phone. Dutifully, I called down Intensely cussing up a storm, I
to the lobby and chaos ensued. walked over to the door and
Somehow, we had lost the key, so banged it with my fist. It
I couldn't tell them what room we bounced open. My grandmother and
were in. It just got worse. I stared at each other and burst
out laughing.
What is the French word for
"door?" Don't know? Neither did I I hoofed it to my parent's room
nor do I now. All I could say to to tell them the story. Half way
the person at the front desk is, through the tale, my mother
"We are stuck!" plugged in her hair dryer,
flipped it on and blew out the
To top matters off, I also electricity for the entire floor.
started yelling my last name,
Chapo, thinking they would at
least come investigate. After We left very early the next
being hung up on twice, it morning.
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