Saturday, July 16, 2016

Paris...


Before we left for Paris... Isabelle looked at me, worried... "What if something happens? Bad things? like the tragedy in Paris...? I looked into her eyes and said, "Bad things and bad people happen everyday and everywhere... but you can't let that stop you from seeing the good and all the beauty in this world..." 

We sat at a park as our girls played on the playground... I just sat there resting my head on Mattias' shoulder... sighing at the beauty. I felt so happy and lucky. We noticed the French families gathering, kissing cheeks, lovers gazing into each other's eyes, petting faces. 

Little Parisian children are some of the best dressed children I have seen. The little girls in their neatly pressed dresses, skirts that twirl... Channel flats, on 5 year olds!
The little boys in Paris dress so beautifully... my God I watched a little boy kick around a soccer ball in his mint green jeans perfectly cuffed and mannnnn his suede loafers... incredible looking! His pals all had great shoes, ironed shirts cuffed to elbows... kicking a ball around.
A mom walked up in a Audrey Hepburn looking dress with a beautifully perfect puff of cotton candy on a wooden stick peg the I thought was for her child... but it was for her. She sat there with her black leather flats just enjoying her kids and nibbling on the puffy cloud... 


I love to study my girls faces... their freckles, their lashes... the way their noses crinkle when they are so happy... it's easy to do on vacation, no distractions... just looking. 






This sight of my girls seeing the Eiffel Tower in all it's glory was a dream come true... They were so blissfully happy and heartfelt thankful to us for taking them... I remember as our plane was landing Isabelle had tears in her eyes as she was looking out of her window trying to see.. She looked to me glassy eyed and said, "Thank you Mamma so much for taking us here..." that's so filling to hear...  







Seriously you couldn't get more girlie girl than Angelina's  it was magical and dainty and special and exquisite and pretty and lovely all at once! Our girls tried so many tiny little pastries and sipped the best hot cocoa and enjoyed every minute... so did we! 













 I love getting lost in Paris... turning down streets that wind and turning right where you see a beautiful flower arrangement... You sometimes have to get totally engulfed into a city to really understand it and feel it's heart beat. I love that my family is ok with getting lost and well not so much lost but more so diving in... Finding those little restaurants that are quiet in a back alley, walking into a photographer's gallery of Syria's hardship photographs... looking at art and following the artist's eyes as he follows us ... looking to us to see what we think of just that....







That night we strolled... we wandered... we awed. The sights of beauty we saw I promise will be burnt into my eyes. I don't every want to forget the warm street light glows. The chatter of the friends gathering. Laughing. The zoom of scooters. The little dogs barking. The artists painting portraits of lovers. The taste of crepes that warmed our hands and bellies. The feeling the heart of this city has... I can't stop thinking about it...

Monday, July 11, 2016

Day 1 in Paris...

 Our first day in Paris was like a dream... magic. We all were so happy to be out and about seeing this place that we longed to be in... There is so much depth, heart, and beauty in Paris... you never feel like you're on the surface always within... Each corner you turn you wonder how old the steps below you are... how many people from long ago walked exactly there... how many kisses were shared, how many tears were shed... it's haunting and lovely all at once. 


 When you visit a city you have never been, such as a dreamy city that most long to go to... you feel a bit nervous... like you don't want to screw it up... did you find the perfect place? what if you get crap for your first meal? what if someone is so rude to you...? but then you have to sit back and breath and let go and let your positive wit guide you... yes of course things can go bad, you may never find a toilet and may have to resort to peeing on the side of someone's entry way that is covered with ivy... but you just become adaptable and groove with it because if you don't it can really funk your trip up... I am so amazed by how my family rocked France out... I think it was our attitude and positive nature and our "we're going to have a damn fine time" tune about it all... It helps... things happen.. you take a deep breath and you roll with it! For the most part this trip was full of ripe fruit, flowers in bloom, happy faces, and unicorns leaping from roof to rooftop! I don't ever want to forget these details that are burnt into my heart for my lifetime...

We like to travel... a lot... we don't have many fancy things but a passport with a lot of stamps to me is more valuable... just our opinion... This year we have been to 6 countries so far... I think that may be good for now.. but it's always been my passion... visiting and living other ways... seeing how others eat, walk, dance, love... I love showing our own girls just that... I love that my girls can speak two languages confidently and dabble in Spanish while in Mexico... French in France... they feel ok with it. I love that they know that there are different currencies. I love that they know how to be polite while in another country... the art of communicating and "winging it" while not understanding a damn thing... I love that about them so much. They make me laugh. I love when my husband can order an entire 3 course dinner for us in French and once our waiter leaves we ask... so what are we getting... and he says, "I have no idea, but just eat it... I think it'll be ok." We laugh about it and enjoy just the colors around us and being away and out of our element.


 Montmontre has to be my favorite place in Paris... of anywhere maybe...? It's real. The Parisians live here... they walk their dogs amongst these sidewalks... they say hello to the street workers... They rush to the boulangerie and once inside they sigh a breath of relief and smell the bread and ask for two baguettes and chat about the soccer match while exchanging euros. The fish market is tossing wet slimy fish to the cashier who's hands are so weary and bloody and full of cuts... he wraps your fish in paper taping it shut with a scratchy tape, smiles and assures you it will be a tasty dinner. No one is hurried even though they are... when it comes to food... it's sacred. Time stands still. The shop owners describe the tastes, giving samples while cupping your chin for any spare crumbs and looking you in the eye for an ok, yes. No one wears heals in Paris, only tourists. They walk fast, they know where they are going, they are so beautiful. 




 When we set out into our neighborhood of Montmartre we didn't know where we were going... we just wanted to be. The girls stopped at each store... "Mamma look! Pappa Oh look they have this!" They smelled Paris, they breathed it, they loved it! 


 When traveling with children I can't stress to you enough to always make sure you have snacks! For us baguettes were great! They fit into our side backpack pockets and we ripped bits off throughout the day! There is nothing worse then a kiddo or me who is hungry and desperate for a nice place to eat while desperately hungry! You may just pick a crap place and order too many things and spend way too much. So have a baguette handy, maybe a sausage too!