Hard to believe that it has been since December that I wrote about our move. Not because it was an awful experience but because I have not had time to write. We have had a little cold spell here and sometimes I just refuse to go out. That makes time to write.
My last bit about the move was on my previous blog, about the first part of our trip through France. (click here if you want to read it first part of trip ) We did make it to Calais. Had a great hotel across from this HUGE shopping area. I walked over and had to practice great restraint. There was a CarreFour. Ohhhh, it was hard. I made a farewell tour of the rose wine aisle. Picked up some croissants and cheese for our trip. Walked back to the hotel. That is when I decided to pull out the paperwork about how to use the Eurotunnel so that we could talk about it with Enzo at dinner. That is when it all went downhill. I realized that I had booked the wrong day!!!!!! The Eurotunnel folks had expected us there that morning and now we were going to show up 24 hours late! I immediately burst in to tears. Nothing to do but get Ben organized, get him in to the restaurant, collect Enzo and while eating dinner, explain to him what I have done. I can only imagine how this looked. Two men and one woman in tears at a table in a restaurant. With the woman doing all the talking first in English, then Italian, then explaining the French menu in English and then in Italian, in between sobs. I had some wine and calmed down a little. We decided that after dinner Enzo and I would go to the Eurotunnel terminal and chat with them.
Well, the Eurotunnel folks could not have been nicer. Maybe this happens to others. For 40 Euros we were able to get re-booked. The next morning everything went well. We managed to get on an earlier train. To cross the channel you board a train made up of modified freight cars and passenger cars. We were going in a vehicle so we went into the modified freight car.
Just like the ambulance in front of us. Having a wheel chair person in the vehicle allowed us to board first, in the first car.
Driving to the front end of the train. Keep in mind this is a modified freight car. So no frills. I never got back to the walk-on passenger section which is most likely very nice. Anyway the train starts.
There are only windows on the side of the train car that we were in so it was just like sitting in the back seat of a car when it goes through a tunnel. You saw sky, then you saw artificial lights and then you saw sky again. Didn’t take long. Very efficient loading and unloading. And then we were in England.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, I owned stock in Eurotunnel. Since then I have always wanted to go on it. I was really tickled that I got to do it.
Without too much trouble we found our Air bnb rental in Southampton. It was very well located near the dock where the Queen Mary 2 moors. We had a lovely pub lunch
Got settled in and watched the sun set.
I had scheduled us to arrive two days before our sailing on the QM2. Since we were traveling in December there could have been weather disruptions or vehicle problems. The extra day allowed for that. We had a quiet day and then we got to see our friends Howard and Margaret. They drove quite a ways to visit with us. We had a drink and dinner pulled together from the carry away options at Tesco. So nice that we were staying in an apartment rather than a hotel. We had glasses and china and were able to have a nice celebratory feast.
It was so thoughtful of them to come and that really meant a lot to both Ben and I. They were off. We all went to sleep. Look for the next entry…..our trip on the Queen Mary 2.