Paris Day 2: Wake Up and Walk
Our waitress seemed to really like us, so she made the very short list of people I asked to take a picture of the two of us. ![]() |
We slept in until 11, a jetlag-newbie accident. We walked 9 miles, stopping at a new cafe every few hours.
We thanked each other for our anniversary gifts - or what we felt was gifted to us from one another. Him - that I suggested and encouraged the family trip to Guatemala. Me - that he agreed to come to Paris with me.
We talked about cultural values and fashion - specifically the more feminine fashion in Pairs.
When I asked for a toilette at a cafe, I was answered "you're pregnant! of course! it's normal here." We still got a corner sidewalk table and drinks.
The virgin cocktail drink menu at every restaurant was not lacking! And the drinks I ordered never tasted like apple juice (as some virgin cocktails in the states have).
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Attempting to find the crepes I've been craving for the last 15 years!![]() |
My lower abdomen is only a little sore after carrying this bebe around for 9 miles. I don't know how much it really helped, but I'm grateful to have been running in preparation of this trip.
I also had a vivid dream about the kids' old school last night. Even though we are physically far from the immediate concern of caring for the kids, I am still somehow subconsciously processing this major transition for Phineas and our family.
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