A Series of Stressful Events

So our start to France was not exactly ideal. We ordered tickets online for the Stansted Express train from Liverpool Street station to the airport, and we were taking the tube to Liverpool Street. We left plenty of time - or so we thought.

Only one line of the underground was open (since it was Easter), and it had major delays because a train up the line had problems, so we sat at the station for 10 minutes. It finally went to the next station, but there was still going to be delays for who knows how long. We just walked the half hour to Liverpool. So the 10 minute underground trip took about an hour.

We figured we still had time because the train only takes a half hour, but the tracks were closed for maintenance. We got on a bus. All of us were freaking out that we'd miss our flight but thought security and stuff wouldn't be bad, so we were going to be fine.

Turns out our bag was over the weight limit (as much as I love RyanAir, I hated it twice as much in this moment), so we had to repack it. Twice. And in the confusion, a corkscrew ended up in Mona's hand luggage. So her bag had to be searched and repacked after security.

But no worries; we made it to Tours.

I absolutely love France. Even though every thing was shut down for Easter, the city we stayed in was beautiful. Tours is in central France, so not on a coast, but a river splits the city. We mainly wandered around the main plaza for a while on our first day.