So Louie called me up at the end of last week and said, "How would you like to go to Paris? The tickets are only $288! " When he told me when - in February, I kind of pannicked. But in the end, he said "I'm doing it." and hung up the phone. So... we leave at the same time that Amber leaves for the first leg of her African mission trip. We'll drive to the airport together!
So, Louie and I know less than a stitch of French. It has been so hilarious practicing the few word that we know. I have started calling him "Pepe le Pew ". We have had more funny moments trying to establish an accent. We are moved to tears most of the time. Now that I have received my Rick Steve's guides in the mail, I am even more overwhelmed than before. I have 8 days to learn French. HELP! Boy do I regret not taking that in sch0ol. My little bit of German is doing me no good. If there is a more intimidating language, I would like to know it. The only consolation we have is that we will have each other, even if we can't speak to a soul!
We'll be there over Valentines Day!
I have literally the one dress that I bought from April Cornell and then my hanging around the house clothes, so tonight while the kids are at Awana, I am headed to the mall to wrangle me up some traveling clothes. Oi. I am not going to impress those French women, I am sure. All I know is that I need to dress warmly.
Eiffel Tower here I come!