Saturday, 16 October 1999 I got very sick on the plane ride to France and didn't sleep a wink. My dad arrived in Paris and told me he didn't have the address of or directions to our destination. -- a château in the Loire Valley. Thus, my father and I travelled to the heart of the city and found an internet café at which to e-mail for the adress. We then spent a great deal of time trying to locate a hôtel (in Paris on a Sat. night) in which to stay. We finally found the smallest room ever made. yesterday   |   tomorrow another voyage: US trip '99 return to Rachel's Daily Diary rachel@cinemaspace.berkeley.edu

paper journal excerpts: "Rachel watched the movie, flipping once to the French audio channel to hear just how ridiculous Eddie Murphy and martin Lawrence sound dubbed in French. After the movie, the lights went out and the passengers went to sleep. Rachel was one of seven who remained awake with a reading light on." "Rachel easily located the terminal where her father would arrive. She made an observation: there are no benches. She had thought what a good idea they would be in the baggage claim, but as she walked from terminal to terminal she saw that there were none. Arriving where she was to meet her father and seeing that she had two hours to kill, she looked outside. No benches. She found a little ledge half the size of her bum and she waited."

random tidbit: the flight attendents didn't offer me any of the free wine and they served me my vegetarian meal before they even began beverage service