We left Paris on Sunday afternoon, and after a gorgeous train trip, we pulled into the Lyon station in the early evening. I had been looking forward to Lyon since we found out about our coming here back in October, and as we traveled across the beautiful river, I found myself grinning in anticipation of the time we would spend here, the places we would learn to love, and the memories we would make here.
Regrettably, my glow of excitement began dying out, when Fox decided to cry the entire cab trip (thankfully it was only about 10 minutes) to our apartment, and as we approached the location of our apartment, the neighborhood didn't look particularly great. Suddenly, my excitement about being here, was replaced with a quick moment of dread. What if I didn't like Lyon? What if we were in staying in an unsafe neighborhood? What if I felt like I could never take my baby out? What if I can't understand anyone because my French is pretty rusty? These concerns ran continuously through my mind that night.