A bit over a year ago B's cousin G, got engaged to a fabulous girl. Being as they are both Venezuelan Dutch, it came as no surprise when they announced the wedding location as Amsterdam. Seeing as it is quite a trek to Europe, not to mention a bit costly, we decided that we would make a two-week vacation out of it. After checking into a few different locations (Greece, Turkey, Germany), we settled on an old favorite - Paris. We have all been before, and that was one of its selling points. We could relax and not have to rush to see all of the sights (though we did a fair bit of sightseeing). It also allowed for an effortless train ride into Amsterdam when we needed to get to the wedding.
We left, appropriately dressed, early on Tuesday morning...
And arrived at our Airbnb about lunchtime the next day.
Jet lagged (we had been up close to 24 hours at this point since sleeping on the plane proved impossible for us all), we hit the streets. And we walked and walked and walked...We have already seen the Tuilleries and the giant wheel, and we have walked the length of Saint Germain des Prés; we have looked out from the top of the Eiffel tower and have taken silly pictures of it from afar. But the girls were so young the first time (it was 5 1/2 years ago after all) it was good to reacquaint them with it all again. And it was an easy way to get some fresh air and reset their body clocks.
She kept awake by doing handstands and running stairs...
And jumping to catch leaves...
Then, suddenly, there it was...
And I had to recreate the cheesy photo we took the first time. Now a preteen, she wasn't as enamored of having her picture snapped here, but she did it to please her Mama (and is now glad she has it as a memory). We couldn't recreate it from the exact same spot because she has grown considerably and we couldn't get the picture with her standing up so high. But we could do it with Stinkerbell...
We had tickets to the tip-top this time (last time it was closed due to strong winds). I wasn't so sure how I felt about that, but in the end, I am glad we did it.
At this point, the girls were running on fumes, so we hopped the Metro (where some of us took a quick nap) and ate dinner at the unheard-of hour of 5 pm.
Bedtime was early (like 7:30 pm early), and with the aid of some melatonin, we all slept like babies until our wake up call the next morning. We had a big day ahead of us once again. And yes, I know I said earlier we were going to relax this time around, but it doesn't mean that we were going to just sit around and eat macarons...
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