Something is Coming — And I've Never Been More Ready
What!?
A last-minute Rapid PCR Covid test?
Five options before getting one that actually “sticks.”
YIKES.
Okay… breathe.
You’re on. You’re here.
Where?
You are going to Paris, baby.
No “going to jail” or “riding the Reading.”
Yes, I passed GO and boarded a jet plane.
I may have been a day late, but it was a fun race to get here.
Covid kicked up a notch less than 48 hours before departure, and the travel requirements changed. Naturally.
In the process, I learned a few things… mostly the hard way.
First lesson?
Do not go to BOS Logan Airport for a Covid test.
That advice came from a beaten-down family near the end of the testing line:
“We are ignored here,” they said. “People come and go with appointments and flights for tomorrow. The rest of us with no appointment have missed our flights and have been waiting six-plus hours.”
To this, I bid them adieu, mon ami, because that line was not getting me to Paris on time.
Before I even got to that point, I also learned:
DMC (my PCP) and Quest Diagnostics don’t offer rapid testing
CVS, Rite Aid, and Walgreens testing locations have dwindled to nothing
Gone are the days of testing on every corner
Home Covid tests must be certified
You need the negative Covid email printed out
Newbury Street pharmacies are a great option if you have time slots available
And finally, when all else fails…
Plead your case at Urgent Care and pay $125 for a “non-nursed visit.”
Somehow, they pulled off the rapid test.
Meanwhile, my three-pack of certified Covid tests arrived in the mail… after the fact.
Perfect timing.
Moral of the story?
If you’re traveling internationally, learn your testing requirements early… and always have a backup plan.
Or five.
As I mentioned to the DeWitt family:
It takes a village.
I am deeply blessed for everyone who ran me around to the airport twice, made calls, sent texts, and supported the cause of this adventure.
(Photos here: last moments at home + airport chaos)
The flight itself was the cherry on my pre-France Sunday.
Yes, okay… I’ll take champagne with my hot meal.
What?
You have a warm towel?
Thank you, Air France.
And to the strange man sitting beside me… merci beaucoup for adjusting my dinner tray and TV.
I appreciate you, sir.
Touchdown.
In a good way, not like a flight gone bad.
Our giant bird in the sky gently caressed the runway.
That’s where I met my new friend Ilene.
What a gem.
“Hey,” I asked, “what number baggage claim are we?”
“I guess we just follow the herd,” she said.
It felt like the movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles with Steve Martin and John Candy… except without the stress.
(Okay, maybe just a little stress.)
Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport covers 32.38 square kilometers (12.50 sq. mi.) of land. The airport area, including terminals and runways, spans over three departments and six communes.
Translation?
It’s enormous.
We likely used seven escalators. Up, down, up, down, up again.
And if you think you’ve reached your destination, you should probably:
take a train
go through customs
take two more escalators
walk to another terminal
realize you’re wrong
come back and ask directions
use the ladies room (because by now you’ve passed several)
go back down the escalators
and then…
Bingo bango.
The last baggage claim you check is the one where your bags are waiting.
By this point, Ilene and I had discovered all kinds of things about each other.
Possibly BFFs for life.
Sure, sounds good. Let’s share a ride.
What? Hang out until your brother gets here?
Of course.
We might as well have coffee and croissants.
Oui, oui.
Now it was time to get ready for dinner in Paris with Julie. 🤍
Who’s Julie?
C’est ma nouvelle amie de Paris que j’ai rencontrée par hasard aux États-Unis au dîner de Thanksgiving!
I’m lucky.
What will tomorrow bring!?
jMf
If this story resonated with you, you can explore more reflections on healing, growth, and faith in my book From Soil to Soul: Watered & Whole, available on Amazon.
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