Anton Corbijn (see The American with George Clooney for his feature film directorial debut) shot the cover photo for U2's All That You Can't Leave Behind album in Terminal 2 of the Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. That's also where the medical clinic is located, which we never wanted to find out.
With nearly a 6 hour drive from Lossburg in Germany, we left early in case we blew a tire, needed to stop to feed kids or pregnant girls, or in case we saw something too exciting to miss. That meant we had about 3 hours to spare in Paris, which is not nearly enough time to brave driving anywhere near the city. But it is enough time to stop off at a play place (at the best place for play places across the globe - McDonald's). The kids were so excited that after about an hour of sweaty, nonstop blissful play, John couldn't wait for Daniel to get off the slide and slid into his hand. Daniel, being the toughest little guy I know, makes it really obvious when he's really, truly hurt. This was not good. Of all the places to get hurt, this had to happen where we didn't speak the language...at all.
We returned our car early, found the clinic, and fortunately found someone who spoke English. Daniel got a splint, and they suggested waiting until we got back to get an X-ray because it's likely just a bad sprain. Here's hoping that the French medical professionals are right.
And with that, our trip has really come to end with only one more day in Dublin. After staying at 9 different places over 6 weeks, we've been fortunate to only leave behind a few things. The Renault car seats were never taken, and we unfortunately just left them to do whatever it is they do (that rotten Bleu cheeseball). We had to buy more shampoo at the halfway point, and accidently left that behind a few days later. For primarily using grocery stores and a cooler to take food between stops, we amazingly only left behind our condiments in Germany. All underwear has been accounted for and 3 diapers remain to get us home.
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