I had heard sooooo much about the “chunnel” or more formally the EuroStar train from London to Paris, so finally we had the opportunity to take it. John, mom and I boarded at 9:26 AM, first class no less, and stretched out. Okay, I feel guilty because I always want to make the PR folks happy, but the food was terrible. They served breakfast about an hour after we departed: chewy sausages, yoghurt that had gone bad, a rubbery omelette, I mean it was B.A.D. We suffered through it, fell asleep and woke up in Paris.