Lent Day 30-39 (Day 376-385 of Experiment)

We are back. France was simply stunning in every way — the company of family perfect and the experience fulfilling in many aspects. And re-entry was not painful — things were in very good shape here, although Ben is sick.

Since I was usually on my third glass of wine, lounging, exploring or cheesing each day of the trip, I decided to Coke people the entire time. Each morning, I packed a semi-cold Coke (nothing is as ice cold as in the U.S.) in my bag and pledged to Coke one person before it got lukewarm and unappealling. Here's how it went down

Sunday: Coked my brother in law Ellis, because he loves Cokes more than life.

Monday: Coked a British student in Eze because he said how thirsty he was

Tuesday: Coked a French janitor in St. Paul

Wednesday: Coked a beggar outside of the St. Remo Casino in Italy

Thursday: Coked a little girl begging by the train station in Nice.

Friday: Coked a construction crewman working on the villa next door to ours. OK, so it was a Minute Maid orange juice (it was all I could find in the house) which is technically a Coke product.

Saturday: Coked a janitor in the Zurich airport.

Sunday: Gatoraded sick Ben. (there is no Coke connection to this product, but it does add life to sick people)

Deedclosure: at 5 CHF ($7) a bottle, Cokes in Switzerland are by far the most expensive.