Cat needed to return home and I made the arrangements in Ireland. I knew it was going to be sad and put the thought out of my head till Sunday, Departure-Day. Crack of dawn we rose to be sure we rolled the cases back to the Metro/RER in time for her 9:15 AM plane. We left the apartment at 6AM.
She had 10 days in Ireland and Northern Ireland and loved it. We saw plenty of sheep and green countryside, deep, wide rivers, enjoyed our friends, and saw a new part of the world. But today, she would leave mid-trip with just a brief kiss-kiss on France’s cheeks. We made the best of it but every step broke my heart.
Cat took back our carry-on stuffed with our purchases – I’m still surprised I had the presence of mind to think of it. Then I wouldn’t have to wrestle with two going home. Her big case checked, passport and boarding pass in-hand, wheelie carry-on by her side, I hugged her goodbye over and over. Higher and higher the escalator took her to the security check, we waved again and I watched her fade into Charles DeGaulle Terminal 1.
It was really hard for me to leave the airport. I didn’t plan on sending her home early. I decided to buy a coffee and settle myself before making my solo trip to the city. Napkins wadded and coffee drunk, checking my watch to be sure her plane loaded up, no sign of her returning, I made my way to the station for the return train.
Between my tears, knowing she’d be fine, that her brother would be there to receive her, I thought about what to do next. The day was another overcast, muggy day that fit my mood, threatening to shower, just an all-around imperfect day in Paris. But I eventually made it back, went for another coffee and a Croque monsieur to set me right while I watched the light rain come down and waited for the grocer to open at noon. Yes, noon. Unlike in the states, Sunday’s a true day of rest in France. Some shops are absolutely closed all day. The weekend “pause” is built into their economy. Though I wanted to get on with my shopping, the pause makes so much sense.
Shopping done in half the time, only for one, I reached the apartment. I had planned to buy fresh flowers to enjoy et, voilá, a florist shop is right next door. I filled the day with laundry, cleaning my Airbnb, rethinking my vacation plan, killing time. I simply could not think about going out. Feeling lost and reaching for more tissues, I decided a nap was in order. Tomorrow should be brighter. Except I realized then, my back-up tube of toothpaste is on a United flight to SFO.
The shopping, even Cat would approve.
Laundry day, air drying in the French breeze.
Flowers to make the space feel like home.
