Ready to Depart for the United States
Friday, November 29, 1991
Louis declared it a holiday for Intervoice so David caught up on his reading and I packed for my trip home to the U.S.
Saturday, November 30, 1991
Early AM flight for me to Dallas, excited once again of seeing everyone and being at our real home for Christmas, with David joining me on December 11.
…………………… to be continued
Editors Note
This is the end of the second chapter of My Life in France. Georgia flew home and will pick up the journal again on December 29th on her departure from DFW to Paris. Chapter 3 will cover December 29, 1991 through April 11, 1992. Stay tuned.
Visit to the Greek Orthodox Church
Sunday, November 24, 1991
What a way to end a wonderful trip. Coskun and Sema, along with Cavit, took us to a Greek Orthodox Church on the Asian side. The Patriarch or head leader of the Greek Orthodox religion resides in Istanbul, Turkey an dis on the same level of rule as the Pope is in the Catholic religion. Today was a special celebration of the appointing of a new Patriarch. - and we were there! Can’t say we understood any of the Greek chanting, but we did finally grasp the word “Amen”.
A beautiful old Church with as well a beautiful, formal celebration. Very ceremonial. A drive on the Asian side of the Bosphorous Sea for tea and pastry at Hidiv Kastl, and old castle restored as a hotel overlooking the Bosphorous. Departure for Paris on Air France was a show in itself. The plane was packed. People with huge carry on luggage were trying to stuff them in overhead compartments. As compartments were opened looking for space, things would fall out.
One gentleman, who looked Greek, was carrying on his shoulder about a 5 foot artificial plant, and one young man was so loud and obnoxious that the ground supervisors came on board to settle him down. Actually he was kind of frightening. But he settled down and was allowed to stay on the plane. David sensed my nervousness but, of course, he was used to it.
We were body searched twice and our carry-ons opened and the contents checked. Air France did not make everyone sit down before the plane left the gate and if an empty seat was next to you, people were putting their carry ons loosely in those seats. We arrived Paris, loaded our suitcases in the car, began to back out of the parking lot and realized we had a flat tire. Luckily, David had familiarized himself with the tire tool and location of the tire. That’ snot to say it was easy to get to. So, it’s unload the cases and change the tire while I added on another layer of clothing for warmth.
Friday, September 20, 1991
London England
David and I departed early AM for London, England. Business meeting on Friday and part of Saturday with the balance of the time - pleasure. Our flight arrived late and without David’s golf clubs. Although we were rushed to make his first meeting we had to complete lost baggage forms along with other Dan Air passengers with the same problem.
Apparently one of the cargo trailers never made it on board the plane. Off on the Gatwick Express train to London Victoria Station. David rushes to his meeting to his meeting and I remain there with the luggage and visit the many shops in the station.
As I’m waiting at our meeting place for David to return at 12:30PM, an American Airlines lady asks me to move from the area. It seems an older gentlemen had left an old pocket recorder of his on the desk kand they thought it could have been a bomb.
He returned for it and all was well. David returned from his meeting (late) and after a nice lunch I went to the hotel and he proceeded to his next meeting. Soon after I arrived - so did his golf clubs. Friday evening we ventured from the hotel to enjoy a meal at “The Three Magpies” pub - a very delicious and reasonable place for London.
Saturday, August 31, 1991
Back From a 3-week Vacation in the U.S.
After a 3 week USA adventure of working and semi-vacation and becoming re-acquainted with our home in Southlake, a picnic with the family at our Cedar Creek lake property and an exceptional time visiting the beautiful mountains of Creede, Colorado, being with more family - we departed for Paris.
Editor’s Notes:
I know they had many more photos of their trip back home but I wasn’t able to locate any from the picnic. If I run across any I will post them to this entry.