My first trip to France: Departure

April 7th, 1992 came too early. We said our goodbyes at the school, then took a bus to Geneva. From there we flew to Paris, and then back to Chicago.
Flying over the Jura mountains was hair-raising. The flight path takes you juuuuust over the peaks, and I wondered if it we were flying low, or if the mountains really were supposed to be up that high.
And as you can see, we certainly made ourselves at home during the layover.