It was sad to think that I considered that sleeping in but had it not been for the flights and everything, we probably would have been up around six. I was happy to find that the hotel had a breakfast buffet and made short work of two large plates of food. With everything I’d heard about how French people eat, they probably thought I was disgusting. I had barely eaten anything the previous day, something about airplane food didn’t agree with me, and so seeing piles of eggs and bacon on my plate made my appetite triple. Chen and Kara, as if there were any doubts, ate a reasonable meal. God forbid they go even slightly overboard. As much as I could appreciate people who were that disciplined when it came to food and exercise, I always thought they were missing out. Of course, when I had a heart attack at fifty from all the bacon they wouldn’t be the ones missing out. Eddie ate a lot as well, but it was nothing but a huge amount of scrambled eggs doused in salt and pepper.
