Who would have ever thought that I'd ever give a rat's patooty about the comings and goings of French politics. The extent of my France thought process is sipping lattes and nibbling on croissants. Well, that was until it got personal. It seems that Kristi has found herself in the middle of French history, a piece of history that she could do without. Simply put, the government is on the verge of bankruptcy and its financial woes could possibly be lessened if the retirement age were raised from 60 to 62*. Gasp. Come on France, your life expectancy these days is a few points shy of 81. Are you seriously planning on lounging in the French Riviera for twenty years on the government's dime? Never mind, don't answer that. Forgive me for sounding a bit perturbed, but my baby girl is in your fine country with a train and plane ticket to exit on Friday, but with all the striking and rioting, it's becoming more unlikely that her exodus to Qatar will happen. All that mother and daughter bonding, aka shopping and eating, is becoming a distant dream. Suck it up France. I have a daughter to catch up with.
*Yes, surely there's more to it, but I'm not sure what.
Do you think that these kids wreaking all the havoc have any idea of what they are protesting?