It was a long drive to the airport, all the way through Paris. Paris doesn't have highways running through the middle of it like US cities do. We had a lot of little hassles, but everything went pretty well. I bought a Notre Dame model for Milo since we spent so much time there, also some more sticker books, that seems to be his big thing at his present stage. Last time we were in France he was in his puzzle stage. We brought along at least ten of them last fall and he would dump out all ten at once. The flight to NY went really well, we sat upstairs, it was like our own little world. I let Milo run around a lot and everyone loved him. He fell asleep 30 minutes before take-off and woke up about an hour later to lunch. Then he never slept again until we got home at 1:30 A.M. (7:30 A.M. the next day in French time). We read and read and read and did endless sticker books. He said that he didn't need to sleep because it was day out. It was light in NY when we landed at 7:00 PM something (1:00 AM Paris time). This is when our challenges really began. Milo looked out the plane at the Hudson River and said excitedly: "There's the Seine River!" We rushed to the next flight leaving for DC but couldn't get on (we weren't ticketed on it, but just hoped to get on). So we waited for our 10:00 PM flight which didn't take off until midnight (6:00 AM next day in Paris). We were SO tired. The televisions were blasting news to us about Farrah Fawcett's anal cancer. I guess we didn't miss much news while out of the country. That flight only lasted 30 minutes. We were planning to take the metro back home to Silver Spring but it closes at 1:00 AM, so we had to take a taxi. We finally got to bed at 2:00 AM, 8:00 AM Paris time. We missed a whole night. We were awake from 9:00 AM Monday morning in Paris, through 6 hours of time change, until 2:00 A.M. DC time (8:00 AM French time, that's 23 hours). Milo was wonderful the whole time. There was a big box next to the front door when we came home.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18
Today is our last day in Paris. I'm so sad. I need to come back. I met Remy and Marie-Therese at the exit of the metro de la Cite near Notre Dame and we walked around for an hour and a half and talked, the walking was secondary, the visiting was the fun part. The weather of course was gorgeous. They returned to our apartment to check it out and then we said our good-byes. The apartment rental agent came to check out how well we left it and apparently he was satisfied because we got back our deposit, then the chauffeur came at noon.
It was a long drive to the airport, all the way through Paris. Paris doesn't have highways running through the middle of it like US cities do. We had a lot of little hassles, but everything went pretty well. I bought a Notre Dame model for Milo since we spent so much time there, also some more sticker books, that seems to be his big thing at his present stage. Last time we were in France he was in his puzzle stage. We brought along at least ten of them last fall and he would dump out all ten at once. The flight to NY went really well, we sat upstairs, it was like our own little world. I let Milo run around a lot and everyone loved him. He fell asleep 30 minutes before take-off and woke up about an hour later to lunch. Then he never slept again until we got home at 1:30 A.M. (7:30 A.M. the next day in French time). We read and read and read and did endless sticker books. He said that he didn't need to sleep because it was day out. It was light in NY when we landed at 7:00 PM something (1:00 AM Paris time). This is when our challenges really began. Milo looked out the plane at the Hudson River and said excitedly: "There's the Seine River!" We rushed to the next flight leaving for DC but couldn't get on (we weren't ticketed on it, but just hoped to get on). So we waited for our 10:00 PM flight which didn't take off until midnight (6:00 AM next day in Paris). We were SO tired. The televisions were blasting news to us about Farrah Fawcett's anal cancer. I guess we didn't miss much news while out of the country. That flight only lasted 30 minutes. We were planning to take the metro back home to Silver Spring but it closes at 1:00 AM, so we had to take a taxi. We finally got to bed at 2:00 AM, 8:00 AM Paris time. We missed a whole night. We were awake from 9:00 AM Monday morning in Paris, through 6 hours of time change, until 2:00 A.M. DC time (8:00 AM French time, that's 23 hours). Milo was wonderful the whole time. There was a big box next to the front door when we came home.
It was a long drive to the airport, all the way through Paris. Paris doesn't have highways running through the middle of it like US cities do. We had a lot of little hassles, but everything went pretty well. I bought a Notre Dame model for Milo since we spent so much time there, also some more sticker books, that seems to be his big thing at his present stage. Last time we were in France he was in his puzzle stage. We brought along at least ten of them last fall and he would dump out all ten at once. The flight to NY went really well, we sat upstairs, it was like our own little world. I let Milo run around a lot and everyone loved him. He fell asleep 30 minutes before take-off and woke up about an hour later to lunch. Then he never slept again until we got home at 1:30 A.M. (7:30 A.M. the next day in French time). We read and read and read and did endless sticker books. He said that he didn't need to sleep because it was day out. It was light in NY when we landed at 7:00 PM something (1:00 AM Paris time). This is when our challenges really began. Milo looked out the plane at the Hudson River and said excitedly: "There's the Seine River!" We rushed to the next flight leaving for DC but couldn't get on (we weren't ticketed on it, but just hoped to get on). So we waited for our 10:00 PM flight which didn't take off until midnight (6:00 AM next day in Paris). We were SO tired. The televisions were blasting news to us about Farrah Fawcett's anal cancer. I guess we didn't miss much news while out of the country. That flight only lasted 30 minutes. We were planning to take the metro back home to Silver Spring but it closes at 1:00 AM, so we had to take a taxi. We finally got to bed at 2:00 AM, 8:00 AM Paris time. We missed a whole night. We were awake from 9:00 AM Monday morning in Paris, through 6 hours of time change, until 2:00 A.M. DC time (8:00 AM French time, that's 23 hours). Milo was wonderful the whole time. There was a big box next to the front door when we came home.
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