We got in Sunday at 6pm but I was so wasted I couldn’t see straight. I had been up for 41 of the past 43 hours and traveling for 19 straight hours, 15 in the air. Sunday was a day from hell. No matter how much you like your In-Laws, traveling with them for that long is a great way to get them on your nerves. My father-in-law had a meltdown worse than anything my three-year-old produced when he got inspected by Customs in Minneapolis. He about bit my head off when I tried to tell him they were just doing their job. It wasn’t pretty.
Paris was HOT!!! We were roasting Sunday through Wednesday, then it turned cool on Thursday and Friday and Saturday were beautiful. We were there for my sister-in-law’s wedding, and that whole process was awesome. The reception was on a boat on the Seine, docked under Notre Dame to start, then we went up and down the river past the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre and whatnot. I have some awesome pictures from that trip.
My daughter was the only child amongst the group, and despite jet lag and despite the different environment and despite the new food and strange bed and everything, she did awesome. She had a couple of tantrums mostly from lack of sleep because we had to skip naps a couple of days, but overall she traveled very well. She really enjoyed her trips on the Great Big Airplanes, much more than her daddy did. It’s a lot easier to enjoy a plane ride when you’re 3’6” instead of 6’3”.
The only bad part of the trip was Wednesday night when the guys went out. All we did was go to a bar down the street and drink beer and watch the France vs. Italy soccer match. It was interesting to see true soccer fans get so into the match. They were pumped like fans at an NFL playoff game. We drank and drank and drank half liters of beer and I don’t usually drink too much, so I was pretty soused when we left the bar, then we headed back to the bride’s apartment for more. Thursday morning was pretty grim for me, but some of the guys had been doing tequila shots and were in even worse shape.
All in all I’m glad to be back. Hauling around In-Laws and a three-year-old, no matter how good they’re being for most of the trip, is pretty exhausting.