Last rest day before heading to Monrovia

The last rest day in Paris.

It is cold this morning. Very very cold. When Ed comes in from his run, his hands are like two blocks of ice. He tells the clerk at the front desk there is “un froid royal extraordinaire” (a cold royal and extraordinary) and she laughs really hard. The French like to put the word “royal” to describe anything extra large, big or huge.

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Taking off in a snowstorm, landing in thick fog

Packing for this trip has been challenging. We like to fly American Airlines out of Tampa, Florida, our home-based airport. However, American Airlines does not fly into Liberia. We have to get ourselves to Paris—nineteen hours of travel time by itself—stay over in Paris, then catch another flight from Paris to Liberia—another twelve hours of travel time. If we were to depart on a Saturday, we would arrive in Liberia on a Tuesday.

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