We’re going to Paris, and I’m really excited! We leave tonight, spend a long weekend there, and come back Tuesday. It’s pretty revolutionary to be going on a weekend trip to Paris — logistically and financially, living in Europe has given us a great opportunity to travel here pretty easily, and I’m loving it. It’s one of my favorite things about being on this adventure. (I mean, really, my conversations this week have gone like this: “What are you doing this weekend?” “Going to Paris!” Pretty great.) We’re looking forward to going back to visit again — I love the feel of the city, how beautiful and truly romantic it is, and (of course) the food. We have a late flight tonight, which may be a challenge for everyone’s patience, but the plan is to get situated tonight so we can spend the day tomorrow relaxing and enjoying the city. (Since it is “only” a long weekend, we didn’t want to spend all of Saturday at the airport. I’m not sure whether it’s a good plan, but I’ll soon find out.)
We loved our time in Paris last spring, but there were lots of things we wanted to do that we didn’t get to (visiting the Louvre, seeing the Eiffel Tower at night, spending more time just walking and seeing the city) so I’m excited to go back. We loved our experience last year so much that we’re staying in the same apartment, so we know where to find the great boulangeries and cremeries and gelato shops (the boys remember Paris for the gelato more than anything else). Our main excuse for going this time is as an early celebration of my & Dan’s 13th wedding anniversary (which officially happens the 24th).
But, regardless of the excitement and intense anticipation . . . our plans are a bit up in the air this morning. Liam had some upset tummy issues yesterday (nothing that seemed major) but he’s got a sore bottom now, so badly that he could not sleep (so neither did we). He finally fell asleep in my lap at 5:30 this morning.
I’d love to say that we really are going, but I don’t know what our next hours will bring. He woke up chipper and asking about our trip, but I’ll have to see if it lasts. Is he still sick or feeling better? Can he sit down and be comfortable on the flight, or would it just be torture to put him through that? We’ll have to see as the day goes on. Travel with little ones is always an adventure — and we haven’t even left yet! Fingers crossed that my next post is from France . . .