So- on the Fourth of July we created a few fireworks of our own by taking off to Paris, via Chicago. Now-we admit that we are NOWHERE as fabulous as Andrew and Gordon, but we must modestly say that we do some things with a certain......oh- "je ne sais pas". This is our story. Read it and weep as we travel through Paris, on to the Alsace area of Eastern France, to Berlin, a cruise down the Volga in Russia, several nights in Hong Kong and a cruise through China. I already wish I had packed less...... and weighed less. Travelling is hell on a diet.
We made it safely to Chicago, then on to the fun part- the short 8 hours to Charles de Gaulle. Finally- champagne with a smile. We got the menu, played games on the console, drank a bit- then settled in for a wee bit of a nap- to arrive fresh, you understand. Unfortunately, although our watches said 2am our BODIES said 6pm......
to be continued.......
Miss you oodles! Counting the minutes 'til the next post-a-rama! Besos! (Or should I say, baisers? Is that right!?)
ReplyDeleteWOW. No, Baisers does not mean kisses. Its actually shockingly close to the slang for.....procreate. Lets just leave it at that. Im thrilled to see you started a blog. It motivated me to post something on mine! I love you both! I hope the jet lag splits soon. Let me know when we can talk. I'd love to hear how Paris has held up since we were last there.
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