Last Woman Standing

I have been spending a lot of time at the Roland Garros International Airport, and I don't like it one iota. As the other language assistants finished up work and started hopping hemispheres, it felt like my entire social life was making one long, sad, parade to the exit door.

To help ease the pain of goodbye, Sophie developed a genius approach called "Airport Apéros." In every Air France baggage check line, there is a good bottle of rum punch and cocktail peanuts. It is an enviable practice wherein all line "neighbors" eventually want to be included and soon there is a rumba chain leading right on up to the....airport police.

Goodbye, chère Susi!

But police are people too, and usually even they can be coaxed into an olive or two.

Thomas walking the plank

Dodos for Rom's goodbyeAnother wonderful woman off! Bye Soph!

And here I am, the last woman standing: still working in the Port, hanging on the boats, and soaking up the rays for as long as I can!