Authors note: Apologies for the late upload, there’s spotty Internet here, but it should be all good from now on!
I say this every time, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my life.
You reach a point after the adrenaline starts to wear off and your three hours of sleep in the past 2 days really hits you like a brick when you’re traveling.
With a 4:30 am wake up on the 25th, I embarked on my journey to France, purple backpack in tow. After kissing my boyfriend goodbye going through all the security checks, I headed straight for the gate. I situated myself and tried to find a currency exchange place that was open. Just my luck, the only one that was open at 6:30 in the morning had its employee on break until my plane took off. Off to a great start!
I moppily went to pay an exorbitant amount for granola and yogurt, and sat watching planes take off on the runway.
The first flight took off with no problem, and I got to Pearson Airport with 4 hours to spare.
Three hours later, sitting at my gate, I looked at a group slowly forming by me. Was that the Canadian Battlefield Tour students? Did I recognize any of them?
I had never actually met any of them—only through what posts and comments they had posted on the CBF Facebook group. I connected to the spotty airport Wi-Fi, and discretely put faces to names.
Bringing up what courage I had in reserve despite my tired mind, I walked up and introduced myself. I pushed away all anticipation and accompanying fears—this was, and is, a whole new adventure.
Seven hours later, here I am in France, a little worse for wear, but off to an optimistic start.
More to come!
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