Week 1

We landed in Paris. Is this real? Are we actually going to live here for three months? So far it just seemed like we were on holiday, but after schlepping our things around the city trying to get to our apartment, it seemed a little more than just a vacation. Maybe there’s a reason to Eric’s madness when he only lets Boston and me bring carryon luggage whenever we travel home to visit our families. I should have taken a note or two from my friend WK, who is the queen of schlepping.

We spent our first week getting oriented with the area. We spent our anniversary laving a picnic at the Eiffel Tower and strolling the Champs Elysees.

We traveled to Notre Dame and saw one of the many lock bridges.

While Eric works, Boston and I spend our time exploring the many parks this town has to offer and eating as many baguettes and chocolate éclairs as we can (it’s a good thing we walk a lot).

First impressions of the French people: Could they be any nicer?! They are always willing to help me carry the stroller down the stairs and my neighbor, a restaurant owner, brings us free food. If I try to speak French and make a mistake, they kindly correct me and tell me to keep trying. That I’ll get better. I’ve already been invited for coffee at another neighbor’s home. I’m loving it here.

As Boston and I were strolling one day along the Champs Elysees, I saw this beautiful gate and a long line of people waiting to get in. I knew it wasn’t Louis Vitton, that was farther up the road, but I had to get a closer look to see what I was missing out on. ABERCROMBIE & FITCH—really?! I don’t know why I find this so surprising. Maybe I just don’t think it’s that great or as much of a luxury.