The ticket counter agent is formal. “You are not seriously thinking about checking this mountain of luggage one hour before take off? Go to the counters to change your tickets” he tells us. “However, there are only four flights a week and they are often full. Obrigado” are his last words.
– “De nada!” The news distresses me and I see our trip falling apart. David, fresh from a Buddhist retreat, is delighted. “It will be a great part in the movie because people think that your little getaways are quiet and easy.” Pierre is happy to see his equipment secure next to him. Lou, who had a hard time waking up at 4 am, went to sleep on a board bag. Carine keeps a low profile. I am processing the bad news, sitting on a cart. Shadé slowly comes to me. A nice hug from my baby girl will cheer me up, I think.
“Come on Dad! Are we buying the pink one or the blue one?”
