How do you get through a 15 hour flight? My daughter flew from New York to Hong Kong recently. My son was also on the flight, but he’s a notorious public sleeper. Not a peep out of him. If he wrote me a guest post on this same topic, it would be a very short post. Let’s ask Bethany how she got through the flight.
A friend had told me how she enjoyed hiking and biking in Amboise, a little town in the Loire valley, so Kid 3 and I decided to go. I booked the hotel my friend recommended and bought train tickets for the next day. End of travel planning.
I went to Spain to visit my friend who is guest-teaching at a university there. Only speaking the Spanish I have learned from menus, songs, and signs posted around Texas and California is a little challenging. I can say Donde esta los ban֘os (Where is the bathroom) and Besame(Kiss me) and No hablo espan֘ol (I don’t speak Spanish). Then I learned that ban֘osis used more in central America and they say something more complicated in Spain, but I’m sticking with ban֘osand hoping they get what I mean. With those sentences and my fearless-with-foreigners personality, I can get most anything I need.
Now that warm weather is here in Paris, it’s time to get out and enjoy the sunshine!
We all know that Paris’ parks are lovely, but they can get a bit crowded during the summer months. To find a quieter place, with shady paths, greenery, and even a bit of art and history, try visiting a Paris cemetery.
Squeamish? These cemeteries are spacious and welcoming, with nary a skeleton in sight.
Montpellier’s Pavillon Populaire, located in the city’s Jardin du Champs de Mars, is currently hosting a two-part photography exhibit which deals with the use of photography as propaganda. It is a moving exhibit, and sheds light on some of key elements incorporated by the Nazis.
I’ve been thinking about relaxing lately. I’m no good at it. On vacation, I like to get up earlier than my family and drink coffee and march around town. I go in churches and bookstores and museums and cemeteries and drink more coffee and eat breakfast. I rack up tens of thousands of steps on my pedometer and buy books and little souvenirs for my kids, all before noon. By then, the family is usually up, so I drag them out of the hotel and show them all the things I’ve learned so far that day. We go out to lunch and dinner and see movies and shop. It’s great, but a loved one recently pointed out to me that I never relax on vacation, and relaxing on vacation is a thing people do. Why? I said. There’s so much to DO.