adventures in awesomeness…

Museums and Stinky Cheese.

Day Sixteen of Twenty.

We woke up later than we should have but our bodies needed the sleep. I had soaked in our fabulous hotel bathtub the night before so I was feeling especially wonderful. Even my feet weren’t throbbing. However, there was no sun to be found… just lots of clouds and rain.

We decided since it was raining to get a Museum Pass and hit the museums and monuments the first two days, leaving shopping for Saturday. After paying over 4 euros for a coffee,

A 4.10 euro coffee. At least it was delicious.

almost getting swindled with a ring, getting lost, getting wet, and having to pee… we arrived at the Louvre. It was magnificent. Can you imagine that someone actually lived here? This was their home, with gardens in front and the Seine to the left? And statues everywhere! I went photo crazy and we weren’t even inside yet.

In awe that Napoleon ate dinner in this room.

Ruby had something against the Louvre (that I didn’t understand until we’d been there for over 2 hours and hadn’t even scratched the surface). The place is CHOCK-FULL of art, sculptures, bits of ancient rock, and probably a few baby daddies. After seeing Napoleon’s Apartments, and enough portraits of dead rich people and their dead rabbits, we decided to hit the Mona Lisa and other famous things.

Robert and La Joconde.

I don’t really know what the fuss was all about. It’s a lady on a sheet of paper. Who cares why she’s smiling. Yet there was a guard and a crowd like it was Brangelina.

Lining up to see the most famous painting in the world.

We were wet, tired, and hungry, so we left and went back to the hotel. Why does it smell like feet?!? I thought it was Ruby’s wet socks. Nope. It’s our Camembert. Delicious nonetheless. We ate it with tomatoes, lettuce, and more olives. We also found a corkscrew at the Monoprix so we could finally drink that 2.24 euro bottle of wine. It was fabulous!!!

Me and my yummy sandwich!

Full and fed, we hit the Centre Pompidou, which is mostly new art. I saw a Picasso. Didn’t get it. The Dali was interesting. I found a few favorites.

Robert poses with his posse.

However, I found the most interesting to be the women artists. I liked the idea that since they were women (and stereotypically thought to be lesser than male artists) that they could just do whatever they wanted because, well, they were women. There are was daring, shocking, and even interactive.

“So that’s what it looks like…”

By nightfall, we were tired but in a good mood. Paris had that effect…. it was lovelah.

Day Sixteen of Twenty. Musee Du Louvre. Centre Pompidou. Bring it on.

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Goodbye Edinburgh, Bonjour Paris!

Day Fifteen of Twenty.

In proper Edinburgh style, we once again drank too much the night before. We had a strange evening, complete with shots of Avalanche (something I haven’t drank since Las Vegas with Stephanie), running from men with too many spaces between their teeth, eating at Burger King (very American, I know) and losing (and finding) Robert the Bruce, my take-home Scottish boyfriend.

Me and my lovely, little lamb.

This morning was the closest I came to having a hangover. Brutal. Mag got us up at 8am, way too chipper for someone who stayed out almost as late as we did. He wished us a well trip and we thanked him for the room, the tea, and the company this past week. Then we shoved all our crap in our suitcases and headed for Paris.

Paris!! We meet at last!

It was raining… big time. Sigh. I thought we would have escaped the rain. At least it was warm. By the time we got to our hotel we were sore and exhausted from dragging our luggage through the Metro, and starving.

To the supermarket!

Camembert and Boursin, baguette, olives, wine, chocolate pudding, raspberry tartlets, orange juice…. mmmmmmm.

We got home and feasted! The only downside was that we had no corkscrew for the wine. Ruby tried to push the cork in but no luck. It was our first, and only, night without alcohol on our entire trip. With the window to our 6th floor room open to the streets of the third arrondissement, sleep was welcome and came quickly.

Day Fifteen of Twenty. Bonsoir Ecosse. Je te donne un morceau de mon coeur… jusqu’a ce que nous reverrons.


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Missing My Babies.

Day Five of Twenty.

We drove up to Humboldt to drop Columbo off with Ruby’s parents. After getting as much sleep as I could, we woke up to a great surprise: Baby Arthur! Ruby’s 5 month nephew. He is such a happy baby and pinches my arm just like Mylo does. I miss my own boys so much I just don’t know what to do sometimes. I almost wanted to come home after talking to Jaxon. Five days is five days too long. The video chats help, but it’s not the same.I don’t get to kiss them and hold them and have them crawling all over me. Only 15 days left. And that 15 days will include Paris!!!! (next time though, they’re coming with me!!!)

Day 5 of 20. Without by boys but still being attacked by bugs.

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And with out further ado… your Friday Five!!

Leaving San Francisco
Getting home in one piece

Re-sleep training Jaxon
Nap time!

The Kensington house
$1500 for Gay Pariee!!

Feeling dumb
Finishing my short story!

Saying goodbye…
Saying hello… to Paris, Edinburgh, London, and seeing Les Miserables!! What? What! Yes! Jessie and Ruby in the HIZZIE!!!

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