If there is one thing that a day in Paris will remind me of, its that i don't speak french:) I made it safely from Minneapolis to Iceland, and made my tight connection to Paris without any issues. My friend Sarah was waiting for me- and within minutes we were on a train to downtown.
I was in Paris two years ago with my dad, so the city center is now somewhat familiar turf. There was a great many fond memories of our trip that came up as Sarah and I wandered extensively (to keep me awake!). By the time we were back in our hotel- a bowl of french onion soup, a coffee, and a crepe later- her pedometer said we'd trod a full six miles. I love it!
It was a great Paris reunion, regardless of the fact that my inability to speak french is frowned upon at every turn... i can order a coffee (kind of) and get around (sort of) - besides, "Bonjour" and "Merci" and a smile go a long way:)
Lousy french skills notwithstanding, I am so so so happy to be on vacation this week. Praise the Lord!
