Do you remember that movie with Holly Hunter, Ann Bancroft and Robert Downey Jr? A favorite of mine, a true "comedy/drama", that reflects so well what a family vacation can be for a lot of people. Comedy/drama...
In less than two days, our family (le Husband, Junior, and Moi) will be flying home, to Paris, France. Two weeks in the French capital, spending time with family and old friends, hopefully squeezing in some time to sightsee, catch a show or an exhibit, and enjoy a nice meal here and there. This year, for the first time since we became "expatriates", we will not be staying in the suburbs with my family. Instead, we will be renting our own Parisian apartment, 77 avenue Parmentier, in the 11th arrondissement. Even though la maison will be only 700 square feet (or 65 square meters for those of you who get the metric system), we are looking forward to having our own place.
So, as I pack our bags, (warm) clothes, and presents, I can't help but wonder what mood we will be in by Thursday evening when we finally tuck in for the night, after the grueling trip. Will all our flights be on time (we travel on different airlines)? Will the weather allow us to drive safely out of Charles de Gaulle airport all the way to our Parisian pied-à–terre? Will said pied-à-terre meet our expectations? Will Junior wake up between 3:00am and 6:00am, every single night, for a week, as he has for the last ten years when we take the trip? Stay tuned... Paris, ready or not, nous voilà!
In less than two days, our family (le Husband, Junior, and Moi) will be flying home, to Paris, France. Two weeks in the French capital, spending time with family and old friends, hopefully squeezing in some time to sightsee, catch a show or an exhibit, and enjoy a nice meal here and there. This year, for the first time since we became "expatriates", we will not be staying in the suburbs with my family. Instead, we will be renting our own Parisian apartment, 77 avenue Parmentier, in the 11th arrondissement. Even though la maison will be only 700 square feet (or 65 square meters for those of you who get the metric system), we are looking forward to having our own place.
So, as I pack our bags, (warm) clothes, and presents, I can't help but wonder what mood we will be in by Thursday evening when we finally tuck in for the night, after the grueling trip. Will all our flights be on time (we travel on different airlines)? Will the weather allow us to drive safely out of Charles de Gaulle airport all the way to our Parisian pied-à–terre? Will said pied-à-terre meet our expectations? Will Junior wake up between 3:00am and 6:00am, every single night, for a week, as he has for the last ten years when we take the trip? Stay tuned... Paris, ready or not, nous voilà!
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