Not having to travel till Christmas.
Leading worship on Sunday.
Eating pasta with vodka sauce tonight for dinner.
Getting Willow groomed (professionally) for the first time since she was like 5 months old.
Opening some aged French wine sometime in the next 5 years.
Getting back into a normal routine, hopefully including working out and eating healthy.
My next girls wine night in November.
Completing my first song since college.
The OSU v. Michigan Game.
Thanksgiving at my place with my family.
The weekend before Thanksgiving when I can justify putting up the christmas tree.
My first Elf, Love Actually, Little Women, and White Christmas viewing of the season.
Fitting back into a size 10.
Meeting my new niece.
Meeting my new nephew.
Our garage sale in November.
Drinking a pumpkin spice latte for the first time this season.
Christmas lights at the Opryland hotel.
Eating chili when it's chilly.
The Michael men at the train station in Lauterbruen, Switzerland.
Ayla immediately became fascinated with Josh and about every 10 seconds or so would say "Hi Josh!"
|It's never too early in the day for a toast in Europe.|
Barak Obama was there.
|They love them some Mr. President Obama there in Switzerland.|
Topping off Gimmelwald with some delicious coffee (aka espresso) and dessert at a little restaurant. We were told by our server that we made it to Gimmelwald just in time, as we were there on the last day before they closed for the season!
we headed back down to Interbauen and then on to Wangen where our hotel was located. To get to Wangen is only accessible by train so I got to ride on one of those for the first time ever. Ayla took a little nap on me during the ride up. It was so sweet.
We jammed 6 large adults, one toddler, and all our luggage into a 6 person car and headed to Interlochen for some sight seeing. I was crammed into the back of the tiny vehicle and let's just say my tummy wasn't quite used to the nutella, cheese, and chocolate cereal with whole milk at breakfast (they take milk seriously in Switzerland! It must be the docile cows.) I was ready to get out by the time we made it to our destination. In Interlochen we found a restaurant as quickly as possible (due to my urging) so we could get out of the car. and we ate a delicious lunch and spend our first shopping money of the trip on a cute hippy dress and a blouse.
Upon reaching freedom outside l sighed and started to feel so silly about trying to fit in. I wanted so badly to not be a stereotypical loud, fat and rude American tourist. I even went as far as to make my husband carry our giant camera, wore many layers like the French, and tried as often as possible to avoid conversations with people so I didn’t reveal my very poor/almost non-existent French speaking skills.
Ayla’s chatter about kitty-cat’s and josh floated up from the stroller as we made our way to a nearby bench to wait for our group. A woman sitting on one of the benches looked at Ayla and then looked right at me waved and said “Bonjour!” Three thoughts flashed into my head.
- Why is she talking to me? As Josh and I quickly found out, in France, you don’t say “hi” or smile at random people on the street unless you know them. Don’t nod your head, half smile, wave, or heaven forbid say “hi”. If you do, they think you are crazy and you WILL be ignored. (This happened to me more than once…it was hard for me to make eye contact with some and then walk right past them and not say a single word in the deafening silence.)
- She must be talking to me because she thinks Ayla is cute and wants to comment on “la petite blonde avec de beaux yeux bleus.”
- She said “Bonjour” to me! She obviously thinks I’m French! My life goals are accomplished!!!!!!
At the time we weren't exactly sure what the protest was for. There were banners and signs everywhere and people shouting over bullhorns (in French), but the commotion was just enough and our brains were just tired enough to not really care to investigate. I snapped a pictures though.
Later we discovered that they were chanting "60 years is long enough!" Turns out this angry mob of French people were protesting the proposed bill to change the retirement age from 60 to 62. A few weeks later said bill passed and there have been massive strikes from the working class and many more protests. Some reaching the point where police are involved using gas to calm the crowds. Pretty crazy!
Read more about the protests by clicking here.
I got a card reader and have successfully unloaded all my pictures from france onto the computer!
I don't have time to post any of them tonight so you are going to have to wait on France pictures/stories.
To satisfy your curiosity: Yes french people are small. Yes Josh and I were the biggest people most places we went in heigh and otherwise. We got used to it...here is a fun little video about big people in a small french world. Enjoy!
There were sore feet changing into flip flops. There were many glasses of cabernet drunk. There was a men's lounge boasting a pool table, card table and 60 inch flat screens. There were many times when I was searching for my husband due to said "men's lounge." There were farwells, congratulations, and kisses on cheeks goodbye. and there was love. so much love.
My older sis is having her first baby shower and my friend Stephanie is getting married! The weekend has already been a flurry of activities and we've only been here 13 hours (with about 6.5 of those sleeping.) Right now it's 9:45 the scent of wassail is wafting through the house, the boys have already vacated the premise to go eat burgers, grunt and do other man things while about 40 women descent on the house and I'm seriously considering eating a (read: my second) chicken salad croissant before 10 am.
Later I get to be all dolled up and stand up next to one of my best friends from high school as she says "I do" to the man in her life and then we will boogie down till my 4-inch-heel-tortured-feet can't stand it any more. And it will be bliss.
I'm hoping to get back into more of my consistent blogging routine next week and definitely post France pictures and let you all know about our lovely travels before the beautiful details drift out of my mind forever lost to the sands of time...ok...that was a bit dramatic...life's been busy. Give me a break.