Cool Under Pressure.

Alternate title: Mr. Aardvark Rocks.

So, you may have noticed I was MIA last week, or maybe you didn't notice because of all the other amazing bees posting amazing posts. Either way, I was on a family vacation with Mama and step-dad Aardvark as well as Mama Aardvark's parents. We were visiting my uncle in France. The trip was amazing, it was a great chance to spend time catching up with family we hadn't seen in awhile and see the beautiful Alps and country side. We ate amazing food, we drank (LOTS of) amazing wine, and we met some of the most fantastic people.

That being said, everyone was looking forward to a little "me time" and a quiet Sunday after our Saturday flight home. Fate had other plans. Apparently there was/is a huge strike going on and our flight out of Lyon (along with all the other flights) was canceled. Of course being in our vacation bliss, we hadn't been watching or reading the news and went to the airport, returned our rental car and only then realized we were in a pickle.

The Lyon airport is also a train station, so we could try to take the train somewhere to catch another flight or we could re-rent a car and drive to a place where the planes were flying. We decided to try the car route. It took three tries at three different rental car places. (turns out there were other people who also wanted to rent a car to get out of there!) And we ended up having to rent two cars since there were six of us and all the vans were gone. (We ended up giving a ride to a fellow stranded passenger so as to reduce the guilt of scoring two cars when there was a mad rush.)

Now, this is the part where Mr. Aardvark rocks my socks. You may imagine, this situation has potential to be stressful. He was calm cool and collected. He even drove through the mountains through the snow and got us to Geneva safely. He did so even after a week with crazy (and wonderful, but also crazy) people he was not (yet) related to!

We ended up having to spend the night in Geneva which was beautiful. It was a nice little side adventure and it totally reinforced how lucky I was to have a guy who was such a trooper.

Also, Mrs. Funnel Cake was not lying when she said Switzerland was expensive! I wish we could have had more time in Zurich than just a mad dash through the air-port. It would have been great to meet up.


What are your favorite things about your partner? Have they ever saved the day?