|Bigger than life|
I've been home for a little over two weeks, yet haven't said a word. I thought about what I would tell you when I got home. I journaled long-hand each day in a notebook I carried in my bag. I shot over five hundred photographs. Thank you so very much for those of you who have written to me to ask when I was going to write again and share my photos.
Re-entry has been difficult. I've been in a funk, getting by. First was jet-lag. Going back to work. Laundry. Normal life. I had trouble loading photos to facebook. This evening, they went up for this post just fine. Little by little I'm getting there, but it has been slow going.
So I will begin to tell my story.
If one is the sum of all experiences, and I believe we are, my sum is just a little greater. Never before, with the exception of Canada, the Bahamas and flying to Hawaii, had I really traveled internationally. (Not that Hawaii is international, but it is over a huge span of ocean.) Before this trip, I never had a passport.
I was terrified when we went to Dulles to check in and our boarding passes wouldn't spit out. We went and spoke to a man at a podium where we were directed to the counter. We stood in line and were informed that we were flying stand-by because of the baby. Actually when you fly with a baby you are treated as if you are a celebrity by the airlines. Finally we were seated. AirFrance feeds you great food, bread, free booze- you can have a pre-dinner drink, wine or champagne with dinner and a post-dinner drink. I drank champagne with dinner and leaned over to lift my glass to my daughter- "I'm drinking champagne and flying to Paris." This country mouse felt like she was Cinderella, transformed. (And just so you know, I did not drink all of the booze that was offered.) (But I did have champagne and some sweety after-dinner drink.)
We tried to rest, passed the baby around, watched movies and prior to landing were served breakfast. I vowed to try everything I was served on this trip.
Finally we landed. We collected luggage and waited on the stroller. After a long wait, we found it in over-sized luggage. Then we waited for a taxi. We rode from De Gaulle to the Marriott at Boulogne-Billancourt. It was a lovely, newish place to stay and we were treated so kindly by the staff.
By the time we arrived it was 8:30 a.m. (2:30 a.m. our time). We thought we would take a nap. Shedding shoes, I fell across the bed over the blankets. At some point I woke and was cold from the AC and I burrowed beneath the blankets. Using Baby Bee as our alarm, we awoke six hours later!
I threw open the window and took this photo- our view from room 214.
The photo below is my screen saver at work.
|They sell happy in Paris|
Years ago in high school my French class went to a French Restaurant at the top of the Indiana National Bank building in Indianapolis, La Tour. I ordered duck and it wasn't very good. It was greasy and well, yucky. Undaunted, I ordered duck confit in Paris and it was melt in your mouth delicious. If you are in Paris and want to experience a very delicious duck confit, try La Campanella.
e ate and ate and ate. Everything our little hearts desired. And we walked and walked and walked. At the end of our trip, we wished we had worn a pedometer so we could know how many miles we walked. Before going to Paris I dieted and exercised for nearly four months and lost fifteen pounds. Because of all of the walking, I only gained one pound and I've lost that and maintained the fifteen pound weight loss since returning.
Little Bee walked all over Paris, too. We took her stroller and she rode some and napped some in it, but she just took off with walking and she has so much fun toddling along.
|Little Bee and Mommy Bee|
|me, little Bee, my daughter-in-law|
|my daughter, little Bee and me|
|Family- my daughter, granddaughter and daughter-in-law|
|me and the key|
|Martine Lambert delices glaces intenses|
|There I am in my pink tennis shoes|
|I shot this because of the pink umbrella|
|Where is Little Bee?|