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Bordeaux in November

Each year we take a trip for Thanksgiving.  We’ve visited:

This year we want to head back to France.  During our last trip to France, we started the trip off in Paris, this time we want to close out our adventure in the City of Lights.  We want to go someplace with good food, good wine,  something to do and still have the ability to relax.  Our initial thought was to bum around in the Loire Valley, but I read an article in Wine Spectator that got me excited about Bordeaux.  Our plan now is to land in Paris, hop on the train and head down to Bordeaux.

A picture taken on March 14, 2016 in Bordeaux, southwestern France, shows a general view of the Wine Civilisations Museum (Cite des civilisations du vin). The official opening of the 14,000 m2 building, designed by the architects Nicolas Desmazieres and Anouk Legendre from X-TU agency, is scheduled for June 2016. / AFP / NICOLAS TUCAT        (Photo credit should read NICOLAS TUCAT/AFP/Getty Images)

A picture taken on March 14, 2016 in Bordeaux, southwestern France, shows a general view of the Wine Civilisations Museum (Cite des civilisations du vin). The official opening of the 14,000 m2 building, designed by the architects Nicolas Desmazieres and Anouk Legendre from X-TU agency, is scheduled for June 2016. / AFP / NICOLAS TUCAT (Photo credit should read NICOLAS TUCAT/AFP/Getty Images)

We want to spend a few days in Bordeaux, then spend a day or two working our way back to Paris. I want to be in Paris for Thanksgiving and we return home the Saturday following the holiday.  I’ve got Thanksgiving dinner all planned:  Tour d’Argent and their world famous Caneton à la presse.

I need your help with Bordeaux. Where should we stay? There aren’t any Starwood Luxury Collection properties in Bordeaux, so our preference is to go local, but we don’t want a hostel or a cramped little room in a far off corner of the city. We’d like something central, walkable and if possible historically significant.

Where should we eat? Not all of our meals need to be Tour D’Argent quality, but we want good French food. It doesn’t even have to be consistently Bordelais, just good food, traditional or modern – we want to experience both old world Bordeaux and the newly invigorated City.

Where should we tour/taste wine? What tour company should we use to schlep us between vineyards?  We don’t need a master sommelier to drive us from place to place, but someone with knowledge of the history of the area, the wines/grapes of the region and the wine making process.

My favorite question too: what should we NOT do whilst in Bordeaux? Is there something you did that you wished you hadn’t?  Was it a waste of time and/or money?

What am I forgetting?

New Orleans – My Prior Trip that Nearly Destroyed the City For Me

This is a tale of traveling with family. Traveling with family who travel differently than you do. Traveling with family over a holiday. Traveling with family following a death. Traveling with family.

I love New Orleans. I don’t get to visit very often, but when I do I love the City. I love the food. I love the drink. I love the people. I am so filled with joy when I am in New Orleans.  This trip nearly destroyed those feelings for me.

2009 was a year of transitions for my family.  My parents moved in with me in Chicago – my dad was very sick and one of his hospice wishes was to move to Chicago and live in the City with me, before he died.  Six weeks after they moved to the City, he died – as he wanted. Surrounded by family, in a City I called him. He even had about 4.5 weeks to live in the City – to run errands and enjoy springtime in Chicago.  5 months later, my Aunt’s husband died.  Like my father, he died of cancer, at home surrounded by family.  This second death was in October.  Knowing the holidays would be a tough time and how my family enjoys ignoring issues (like proper grieving, etc), I decided that maybe we should take a trip – me, my mother and my aunt – to a City they’ve never been. Let’s explore one of America’s great Cities and help take our minds off of the recently departed.  They were game.

I laid our a couple ground rules before we actually pulled the trigger:

  • Everyone pays their own way (this isn’t a Tim Funded Vacation)
  • We will find a hotel that we all agree is acceptable and stay there (easier to meet for breakfast and to close out the night)
  • Everyone will make a list of things they are interested in doing PLUS a list of things that if they don’t do while in New Orleans they’ll consider the trip very disappointing
  • I will plan Thanksgiving Dinner – and give them the opportunity to weigh in on options
  • I am not your tour guide – we do this together or we don’t do it at all.

The rules were laid out and mutually agreed upon.  We decided to stay at the Marriott on Canal – it was very reasonably priced (Marriotts are consistent in quality) and in a perfect area – close walk to everything to do in the French Quarter and easy access to the Street Car and taxis.  I booked the hotel for the group.

I also asked my mom and aunt to share with me their list of things to do – so I could start to plan a general itinerary, book tours/excursions that needed to be coordinated beforehand, etc.  Both my mom and aunt wanted to visit an old plantation house.  They took it upon themselves to find a tour of Oak Alley Plantation – about 50 miles from New Orleans.  They also wanted to see the Lower 9th Ward and explore more of the Katrina history.  This being 2009, New Orleans was in a much different state than it is now. The tour that goes to Oak Alley also has an add on for the Lower 9th Ward and a Cemetery Tour.  While I’m not a big fan of day long bus tours, this seemed like a perfect avenue to hit 3 of their must see items in a single day – AND they planned this themselves.

Now I was a little naive at this point. Things were going surprisingly well – we agreed on a City, they created their lists of must-see items, they even booked a days worth of activities.  Would this be the start of an annual excursion with these ladies?  We pick a City, explore the history, the culture and start to recover from a very tough year?  New Orleans is up first? What’s next? Savannah? Charleston?  Do we work our way up to a quick international trip?  Neither of these ladies had left the country before – is this their renaissance?

We arrive in New Orleans. My mother and I fly down together while my aunt comes in from West Virginia arriving about 3 hours after we do.  My mom is a nervous traveler.  She and I struggle flying together.  She prefers to be sitting at the gate 2.5+ hours before departure (just in case they need her — need her for what is unclear, but that’s who she is), while I prefer to arrive at the gate just early enough to buy a bottle of water and walk aboard.

My aunt is tired from her journey as she had to connect in Atlanta – her travel time was about twice as long as ours. We decided to rest up for a couple hours then head out for lunch.  They retire to their separate rooms and I spend 2 hours catching up on some work.

We meet at noon in the Lobby and decide to head out for a meal in the French Quarter.  I suggest we hit the Palace Cafe for lunch.  It is close to the hotel, will allow them to get their bearings.  They review the menu and enthusiastically agree.  We sit down and there is nothing on the menu they want to eat – despite reviewing and approving it less than 5 minutes before.  We decide to leave and try another place.  After spending 20 minutes walking between restaurants and finding nothing at all to eat, we decide to visit Shula’s in the J.W. Marriott.  Hotel chain restaurant for our first meal in New Orleans.  Ok.  Let’s ease into this trip.

This was Thanksgiving weekend and the restaurant was quite empty, except for me, my mother, my aunt and a table at the far end of the restaurant full of screaming children (5 or 6 kiddos) and two parents who were at their wits end.  This display caused great angst for my aunt which had ripple effects on my mother.  The meal was delightful — as delightful as an extremely salty, loud, chain restaurant meal could be of course.

I asked again for my mom and aunt’s list of things to do in New Orleans so I could build the itinerary of spur of the moment things.  “What list?” they ask.  I remind them.  They tell me this is the first they’ve heard of it – even though we’ve been chatting about it for 6 weeks now.  They both say that they are just along for the ride and that I’m planning everything.  Ok – maybe a miscommunication.  I’ll build the itinerary, but I need their must-dos.  Nope.  My aunt then says “The man plans the vacation.  Are you telling me you didn’t plan anything??  Oh god, I need a Xanax.”  My mother follows suit.  This evidently was too much for them and they both needed a nap after lunch.  I get it, travel can be draining – especially when you are getting up for the first flight of the day, etc.

We all retire to the hotel and agree to meet in the lobby at 16h30 for dinner (yes, 16h30 for DINNER).  I go off and explore the French Quarter.  The witching our approaches and I find them sitting in the lobby of the hotel enjoying a coke (they don’t drink alcohol — yeah…I know!).  It was 16h15 at this point.  I am immediately scolded because I am tardy (evidently 15 minutes early is the new late…who knew?).  I ask what they are in the mood for, to which is met with a glare of frustration.  “You don’t have this planned, still?”.  They offer the suggestion of visiting the Palace Cafe for dinner.  The same place just 4 hours ago had NOTHING they could eat.  They said the checked the dinner menu and it had a wider selection.  They were excited about going. We go.

We sit down and the menus are delivered.  You guessed it. There is nothing on here I can eat, they say in almost unison.  We leave again.  They decide the best bet for them is to grab room service at the Marriott and call it a night.  Mind you, it is 17h15 now.  Once I tell them I can’t do Marriott Room Service for dinner (we are in one of the best food Cities in North America for God Sake).  They frustratingly tell me that they’ll see me tomorrow morning at 09h00 in the lobby…and that we should have eaten breakfast by then.

I leave them and wander off into the French Quarter to find a meal and some solitude.

The next day is Thanksgiving.  I arrive in the lobby at 09h00 and am informed that I am late again.  It is cool and rainy in New Orleans.  Our plan for this morning was to go to Cafe du Monde for beignets and coffee.  But since no one planned for it being 10C (~50F) we had to wait until the mall opened to get a sweatshirt and rain jacket.  We take the 15 minute walk to Cafe du Monde and a new complaint was launched with every step.  “It’s too cold”; “I didn’t know it would rain today”; “It’s too far”; “This better be worth it”; “Why did you pick New Orleans, Tim?”; “Why can’t we take a cab”.  We arrived at Cafe du Monde. “We have to sit outside!?”; “This coffee tastes gross”; “There is too much powdered sugar on these beignets”.

Ok, we finally checked something off of their must-do list. At first pass, it appears they hated everything about this place.  I suggest we talk around the French Market.  “Walk? Are you kidding me, I can’t walk any more”.  We get in a cab and go back to the Marriott.

By now it is 12h00.  My aunt says that it is lunch time.  I ask her for a suggestion on where to eat and she goes over to the concierge to ask for advice.  I found the front desk people at this Marriott to be very helpful in previous stays – I’m sure they are use to catering to the less seasoned traveler.  My aunt comes back with a map and an excited glint in her eye.  She explains the concierge has provided a few great recommendations and my aunt leads the way.  We go out the side entrance, cross Canal Street, go down an alley and enter a back door of a building.  We snake through what appears to be a service hallway.  I’m excited at this point, did my aunt get a recommendation on where locals eat? Will this be a great little lunch counter with fantastic po’ boys?  We walk into a side door and we are at Shula’s at the J.W. Marriott.  Again. My aunt had made reservations this time.  We sit down and order the exact same thing. Two days in a row.

I am visibly frustrated at this point, but am trying to be a good sport — and obviously failing.  Since this day had already stressed my mom and aunt out, they decided that they should return to the hotel for the afternoon and relax before dinner.  Now remember, our day had consisted of a 15 minute walk to Cafe du Monde, a taxi back to the hotel and a 7 minute convoluted walk across the street.  We go back to the hotel and agree to meet at 17h30 before our 18h00 Thanksgiving dinner reservations at the Ritz-Carlton.

They nap.  I wander aimlessly, trying not to let their attitude impact me.  I find the list of things to do that I created based on my mother’s comments.  Mind you, the list of to-dos from my mom and aunt never materialized, but my mom said that she wanted to go to a real Jazz Club; wanted to eat gumbo; try turtle soup; see the garden district – all in addition to the plans she and my aunt organized for the Friday after Thanksgiving.  I use this afternoon to put together an itinerary for us, which limited the walking and maximized the immersion into the life of an average resident of New Orleans.

We meet up for Thanksgiving dinner and walk the handful of blocks to the Ritz-Carlton.  We are seated and the excitement is palpable.  There is a change in menu tonight – instead of the prix fixe and an a la carte option, only the prix fixe is available.  The traditional Thanksgiving items are no longer available other than one course which is either a beef or turkey option.  I will admit, I was quite disappointed.  I was afraid this would happen and knowing my travel companions, I need to get ahead of this.  I called ahead and was assured that both menus would be available.  The food was perfectly fine – it was not a Thanksgiving meal – I was not happy with the food selection and it was clear that neither were my mother or my aunt.  Dinner was nearly silent (which in hindsight is probably a good thing – I couldn’t take their complaining about how I ruined Thanksgiving throughout the full 7 course meal).

We finished dinner at 20h30 and it was clearly time for bed.  I mentioned that I found a couple places that had a great dessert option – Bananas Foster for example.  I was shot down.  How about a Jazz Club? Nope.  It’s time for bed.  We agree to meet at 09h00 (after breakfast on our own) and head out for the pre-organized bus tour of the 9th Ward and Oak Alley.

I am exhausted and want to go home.  These people are sucking the life out of me.

The next morning we are up and out the door.  The bus picks us up near the Aquarium along the river.  We arrive at the pickup point at 0915 (we took a cab).  The tour leaves at 10h30.  There is no discussion on why we are waiting outside in the mist for 75 minutes prior to the loading of the bus.

The bus trip was perfectly fine.  It was what my mom and aunt wanted.  A no stress, no planning excursion where you are dragged to various spots and you can see what you need to see from your bus seat. No need to get off the bus at all. sigh. I will admit that these guys did a good job on the tour for their demographic.  We scraped the surface of the history of New Orleans from 1800 to present. Oak Alley was interesting and for a quick tour accomplished what my mom and aunt wanted.  Plus, I had a couple fabulous mint juleps – just what I needed to stomach the day.  We return to New Orleans around 17h00 and evidently it was a forgone conclusion that dinner that night would again be Marriott room service in our respective rooms.  I again asked about the Jazz Club and was met with a stern stare and clear response that we were done for the day.  They retire and I grab a drink in the lobby – marginally depressed and promising myself I will never travel with these two again.

I didn’t realize that some of my favorite places in the Quarter closed the entire with of Thanksgiving: Napoleon House; several of the Brennan restaurants; nearly all the po’ boy places I came across.  As I wandered the streets in the early evening that Friday night, I stumbled across a good friend from Chicago who was in New Orleans with another friend celebrating her birthday.  We traipsed through the Quarter stopping by various bars that were open, telling tales and drinking booze.  This was probably the highlight of my family trip to New Orleans.  We even hit the Jazz Club that my mother so earnestly wanted to attend — in theory — but could never pull the trigger when the time came.

The next morning our plans were to visit the Garden District, see the beautiful old houses and spend time in Jackson Square.  We take the street car, hop off and walk a few blocks to start the Frommer’s self guided tour of the District.  It was warmer this day – 22-25C (72F-77F).  We saw some beautiful houses. They didn’t want to stop in any of the little stores or cafes to shop, relax or enjoy a refreshment.  They wanted to power through and get back to the hotel.

During our self-guided excursion they asked what I did the night before.  I told them about running into a friend and the different historical places in which we snacked and drank and even about the Jazz Club we visited.  That was the breaking point. Both my mother and aunt became visibly frustrated.  How could I go out and do all these great things without them.  This wasn’t a friends trip, it was a family trip.  The man organizing this would make sure they had a good time and I would just leave them alone in their rooms bored.  This was where I lost my cool.  I reminded them I gave them every opportunity to join me.  It was agreed that this was our trip – not a trip I was planning for them, we all need to take responsibility and ensure we are the masters of our own trip.  Do not blame me for your bad time.

It was at this point the decision was made that we’d head back to the hotel and call it a night. It was 15h00.  They would take their dinners in their rooms and that would be the end of the trip.  My aunt’s flight was at 06h00 on Sunday.  She was done with New Orleans.  My mom and I were leaving at 14h00 (I’m not leaving at 06h00 return home – I’d rather go in the night before, save the hotel cost and prep for the week ahead).

The next day my mom and I meet for breakfast — again, in the hotel, but not room service.  She says she’s sorry New Orleans isn’t a good vacation City.  She says she wished I had more time to plan their vacation. She says next time I’ll be able to do a better job. She mentioned how the food in New Orleans is so overrated – it’s just like food you get everywhere. She explained how disappointed she was in me that I hadn’t allowed her to check off the things on her to-do list (the Jazz Club specifically).

I had had it at this point.  I reminded her of our agreements (again), we went through all the opportunities she had to “check the boxes” on her travel wish list.  I explained how chain restaurant and hotel room service is just like food you get everywhere – the City is alive with great food, great people and great experiences.  She not-so-politely disagreed – “We’ll agreed to disagree on these points” she said.

We returned home that afternoon. I was drained.  My plan of a leisurely exploration of one of America’s great Cities – a place that I had grown to love – was dashed.  I knew I could not travel with my mother or aunt again.  They had different ideas of fun.  Together their negative energy fed off of each other (and was directed to me).  My plans for a fun filled weekend where we could put the sadness of the first holiday without your spouses were a failure.  On that note, they only brought up their recently departed husbands when they were talking about what a disappointing tour guide I was.

A few months later my mom provided a real apology. She said she felt like she couldn’t go out to the Jazz Club or these other restaurants because my aunt didn’t want to try new things and she didn’t want her to feel bad or left out.  My mom said she was taking one for the team so my aunt would feel better.

I learned a lot from this trip.  I learned that people travel differently.  I learned that people thrive off of different things and that people are sometimes afraid to speak their feelings on what it is they really want.  Why is that?  Are they fearful they are the only one wanting it and they’ll be ridiculed if they make their real desires known?

My mom wants to return to New Orleans – this time without my aunt. She wants to eat, to explore, to sit and people watch.  She wants to stay up late and listen to jazz.  I told her that I am willing to travel again with her, but before we book anything, she needs to do her planning.  Not like last time with a theoretical list of stops, but a firm checklist.  I want to see restaurant ideas, names of Jazz Clubs, walking/bus tours. This will be her trip – her foundation, but I will help string the various items together.  She needs to lay the groundwork.  She talks about visiting Charleston, Savannah and New Orleans.  Every couple months she asks about our future travels and I respond accordingly each time with “Let’s see your list”.  She says she’s built a great list of things, but she never shares it with me.

How do you travel with your family? Do you have the same travel style?  What are your biggest struggles when traveling with family – and more importantly, how do you overcome those?

 

Sixt Rental Car Update

I wrote about our Thanksgiving Rental with Sixt Rental Car in France and how I thought their service was subpar.  Most of the comments/emails I received were basically in agreement, but not necessarily about Sixt – just that every Rental Car Company is crap and you should just focus on the best price and move on.  I don’t disagree with that, but I still think that basics of customer service should be adhered to.

After I posted my issues with Sixt, I received a very quick tweet asking for me to DM (Direct Message) my reservation info to them and they’d do more research.  That’s one of the great things about social media – after you’ve tried traditional channels to get a problem resolved you can take to Twitter or Facebook, etc and try again.

I sent our reservation info back and explained what had happened.  Then I waited.  And waited.  I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for.  I guess I had hoped that they’d reimburse us for the road side assistance extra expense we incurred because their assistance wouldn’t help us.  At least, I thought I’d get an apology that no one had gotten back to me, but that’s all they could do. What did I get? Nothing. I sent my info, as requested by Sixt and that was it.  No further correspondence or response period.

Honestly, I would have rather just been ignored, than have someone give me the indication that they’d look into the situation and offer assistance.  Just a tease.  I shouldn’t be surprised.  Their real time customer assistance was non-existent.

We are off to Italy in a few weeks and will need to rent a car again (God I hate rental cars) – even if Sixt is the best priced, I’m going to veto that rental.  I’d rather take my chances with another company and have the hope that if we do need assistance they’ll be there to help.

I know – I just need to let it go.  This is the last you’ll hear of my issues with Sixt.

Quick Tip – Booking Awards on United.com

As you know, each year we take a trip for Thanksgiving – not a family trip, but just an “us” trip.  We’ve gone to Ireland, Mexico City and most recently France/Switzerland.  Usually we’ll wait until summer to book — or if we hear of a great fare sale.  This year we are trying something a little different  – we aren’t going abroad, we’ve decided to stay in the US – again, skipping the family events though.

Once of the reasons we love traveling abroad over the Thanksgiving holiday is that flights in the US are outrageously expensive, while trips to Europe (and even Mexico) are cheaper than usual and often just a few bucks more than domestic flights.  For example, we toyed with the idea of going to San Diego last Thanksgiving.  The airfare was going to be nearly $850 — while our flight to Paris for the same days were basically the exact same price.  I love San Diego, but I love Paris much more.

Since we are traveling in the US over a hugely busy travel weekend, we decided we’d start looking now.  We’ll be spending time in Colorado and needed to fly into a smaller airport away from Denver (we didn’t want to have several hours of driving after our flight to Denver).  We did a quick spot check on the fares — which were running about $700 for less than ideal times and $950 for our preferred times.  I can’t pay that much for a domestic flight – something in my DNA won’t allow for that.

We flipped the switch on United.com to search for award space. Our outbound flight was coming in at 12,500 miles while the return was coming in at 50,000 – a total of 62,500 in economy.  I’d rather not spend that many miles for domestic flight either.  We decided we’d just hold off and see if the cost comes down.  Then it clicked.  MS wasn’t actually logged into United.com – he was searching as a guest.

Screenshot from UAL.com -  "MileagePlus Premier members may receive better search results by signing in."

Screenshot from UAL.com – “MileagePlus Premier members may receive better search results by signing in.”

United.com even offers a warning that Premier members may receive better search results by signing in.  A little “benefit” for being an Elite Flyer that I almost forgot about.  We signed in and managed to find the exact flight we wanted for only 25,000 miles each – coupling that with our outbound for 12,500 our trip would cost 37,500 miles per person versus the 62,500.  That savings of 25,000 miles means that I can take another cheap domestic flight in the future.

My advice – always make sure you are logged into United.com when you start your search for award seats – you’ll need to log in to use your miles, so save yourself some heartache during your search.

UAL 937 ZRH-IAD / UAL 751 IAD-ORD

Unfortunately, United doesn’t fly between Zurich and Chicago – so we had to stop over at IAD.  I haven’t had a domestic layover in years!  I’m use to connecting (if necessary) in Europe then landing at ORD and heading straight home.  It is good to try new things, right?

We arrived at the airport earlier than expected — traffic in Zurich was non-existent on a Saturday morning. Even after forgetting to fill up the rental car, leaving the airport to find a petrol station and backtracking to the airport we still arrived with about 90 minutes to spare.  We quickly checked-in (and checked our bags, because they were full of shoes, cheese curlers, books and chocolates).  I had the nicest and most efficient contract worker checking me in.  He was funny and like me, he really doesn’t like obese, entitled Americans.  There was this woman, who ended up being on our flight, checking in next to me. She wasn’t going to pay for her checked extra and over-sized  bags, she wanted an upgrade the first class and she demanded a chair (during check-in) because she just couldn’t stand any more.  All of these things are unreasonable.  1) Everyone knows you pay for luggage 2) Why would you get a double upgrade to First? 3) A chair? C’mon!

She had enough, so she sat down on the luggage belt.  To be fair, I didn’t hear the conversation, but the funny contact employee told me all about it.  But I know she did plop down shortly after I left.

Just couldn't take all the standing during check-in at ZRH.

Just couldn’t take all the standing during check-in at ZRH.

We made it through security and immigration without a delay or even a question. We debated on buying a fancy Swiss watch or some more chocolates, but decided it was best just to go to the lounge and have a drink.  We spent about 50 minutes in the Swiss Lounge, drinking prosecco (no champagne when we were there) and eating pastries.  The trip from the lounge to the gate was pretty quick and we soon boarded our flight to IAD.

Flight: United Airlines 937 / 751
Aircraft: Boeing 767-300 / Airbus A320
Seat: 20 A&B / 21 C&D
Departure: 11h45 (11h44)
Arrival: 18h05 (17h55)

This was a pretty standard set of flights, so I will offer a bit of guidance for folks who are flying coach on United to/from Europe

1) Meals are free on these flights, but as expected they are pretty mediocre. I always request the vegetarian option, which is usually a chickpea/lentil curry and is quite tasty.  If I ordered it in a restaurant, I’d never return to that restaurant, but or a “free” meal in the air on United, it is definitely the best option, I think.  They don’t bring too many of these meals on board, so unless you are sitting very close to the front, you won’t be getting this option.

2) Always bring your own water, these are long flights and if you don’t drink enough water you’ll be dehydrated by the time you land.  This can be tricky though, depending on the airport, you may get searched again at boarding and your water confiscated (even if purchased inside security).  I always take the risk – worst case scenario, I’m out a few bucks on water.  Dehydration is a key cause of jet lag.

3) Get up and walk during the flight.  If you are young and healthy/fit you are less likely to have blood clot issues (deep vein thrombosis), but you shouldn’t sit in a pressurized cabin for 8+ hours without taking a bit of a walk.  If you drink enough water, the getting up to walk will take care of itself.

We had a 90 minute layover at Dulles (IAD) which we thought would allow us ample time to get through customs and immigration, grab and re-check our luggage and even grab a glass of wine before boarding our flight to Chicago.  No, not so much. Even with Global Entry we had a long wait at Border Patrol and Baggage Claim.  By the time we got to our domestic gate, they were already boarding Group 3 (and we are Group 2) — so we walked straight onto the plane.  Cutting it a little close for my taste, that’s or sure.

The other thing of note, was that this domestic flight was on a newly retrofitted A320 with the Personal Device Entertainment System.  This is United’s new BYOD (bring your own device) in flight entertainment system.  At the time it was only available for Apple devices, so I used my iPad mini and was very pleasantly surprised.  The selection was good (as good as you’d get from an International United BusinessFirst seat) and the speed was perfect – I noticed no slowdown during videos at all.

All in all the trip home was easy and since we returned on a Saturday we had an extra day to relax at home and since it was the end of Thanksgiving weekend and we had a domestic connection, we missed the mayhem that travel day would have inevitably brought.

Our week in France and Switzerland came to a close and we returned to our real world jobs.  So sad to return, but feel very fortunate that we were able to have this experience.  What did you do for Thanksgiving?