In one of my favorite cartoons, Rose is a Rose, the mother character has an alter ego - a motorcycle maniac that fills her dreams when she tires of the mundane. My alter ego is a globe trotting adventurer. When the house is a total mess and the kids are driving me crazy, I warn my husband to get ready because one of these days I'm just going to up and fly to Paris for the weekend. Of course, I was mostly joking.
So, you can imagine my surprise when on Mother's Day he hands me a book by Gertrude Stein, travel guide to Paris and a passport application. It took me a few moments to realize that there was also a ticket to Paris for ten days! TEN DAYS! He knew that I'd never really buy it for myself and yet he really wanted me to be able to fulfill a lifelong dream. He is staying behind to take care of our many children.
I'm still working through my emotions. I am, of course, tremendously excited. I studied French in college with the intention of going to France and just got too busy. I don't want to leave my children for ten days, but then I know in the big picture, that's really just a short time.
My itinerary is yet to be determined. Husband didn't book the hotel because he didn't know if I'd want to stay in the city or travel around. We'll see... Now I just have to relearn my French.
Anyone know of any good lyss in Paris?