Chur to Paris, via Zurich and Lusane

Poor Owen did not want to wake up this morning. Even though he had lots of sleep during the day yesterday, he had a late bedtime. The way he sleeps has changed too. For the last week or so he's been sleeping with his head jammed up against the top of the peapod and his head craned to the side and back. It didn't look too comfortable. This morning though, he was full on sleeping on his side.

We were unable to get the most direct route to Paris so we had to purchase tickets with two changes, once in Zurich, and once in Lusane. We figured the dicey one would be in Zurich, where we only had nine minutes to get from platform 9 to platform 17. The place is very efficient though, so there was no problem. In the train station there was an ad for the Mini (car) that read, "Don't be a gashole."




As we got closer to France, the language gradually shifted from German to French. Until finally they said welcome to France!

The train was pretty hot so we took Owens pants off to keep him cool. And we also tried to make sure he was hydrated.


It was a pretty long train ride. Owen had a couple of naps and tried to drink the evian we bought along the way.

We arrived in Paris 45 minutes late and then ate at a lounge that reminded me of the Mercury. We both ate burgers and Owen got his first taste of a gingersnap. He made a face.


Owen is again sleeping in the bathroom, ad there isn't a seperate bedroom for him.
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