Monday, June 20, 2016

Zabrina Comes to Paris

Saturday morning was spent with a lot of standing and waiting around for Zabrina to get through security and walk out of the same gate that I stepped out of nearly 11 months ago. (Crazy nostalgia!)

The first thing she apparently noticed about me was that I got taller (!!!) and I noticed that she was hecka tan and has long hair. It was so weird seeing her in France, the land that my friends from home only know from pictures! After a ridiculous time trying to her a Navigo, we got her a ticket on the RER and stopped by St. Michel to get some crepes before heading home to the family.

The whole crepe pit-stop was ROUGH with her ten-thousand pound luggage. I have never felt like such an obvious tourist in Paris until that moment! The struggle of trying to get up and down metro stairs and curbs and over cobblestones was the furthest thing from fun! The nice men who helped us carry them up and down the flights (and flights and flights and flights) of stairs were always surprised to realize that she nearly had boulders in there. One guy even asked if she had rocks in there....

We made it home to find a huge lunch feast out on the patio with one of Fred's old bosses from Pittsburgh. The family was excited to meet Zabrina and her French made everyone giggle from time to time. After lunch, Delphine left for a girl's weekend/overnight in Normandy so I stayed home with the kids while Fred went out for an hour. We made pizza that night with the kids and then Zabrina and I ventured out into Sevres to watch the firework show and meet up with Aubrey. Sadly, Aubs could only stay for a short stint before the RER quit running but it was nice to sit and chill on the grass while a band played.

When the fireworks started, however, I was amazed. For a small-town production, it was an impressive display!! Zabrina nearly fell asleep every time we stopped moving but what a way to be welcomed to France!!

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“Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
Henry van Dyke