May 24, 2003 – Saturday

Yannik

Arrived at the Charles de Gaulle airport at about 1030am. Yannik, this French friend of my dad’s that lived with us for a while my senior year of high school, picked us up and took us to the Gare de Lyon. The three of us didn’t really talk that much, because he remembered very little English, and for some reason, I always get really shy around him and can’t talk. It’s probably because of all the times he’s joked with my father about marrying me when I “come of age.”

Kelsey and I hopped on the TGV to Lausanne, Switzerland, which was about a 5 ½ hour ride. Met Heidi, a girl from Georgia, and her friend Crystal who were spending the summer backpacking, and talked with them through the ride while Kelsey slept. My dad and aunt Laurie picked us up at the station, and took us back to Laurie’s apartment. Most of the family was there, my mom, uncle Jacqui and his girlfriend Gilbert, and Grandma. Didn’t stay up to socialize because the jet lag left us exhausted, and we passed out.