It was a close call, let me tell you. Stupid New Jersey and its stupid construction projects and the stupid only opening one lane out of four and the stupid taking 5 hours for what should have been a 3-hour drive.. ugh. It's nice that my paranoia and anxiety paid off, because we left insanely early and arrived only a little late.
Right now, my poor minivan is parked in a very sketchy, scary parking lot somewhere near Newark airport. Think good thoughts for it, okay? There just wasn't time for me to turn around and find someplace better to leave it, so I'm trying to convince myself that nobody's going to want to mess with a vehicle that has that many carseats and old Cheerios.
It's about 10:20 p.m. on our first night here; we left yesterday evening a little after 9:00 p.m. New Jersey time, arrived here about 10:00 this morning, Paris time, and made up our minds to stay busy and active as best we could so as to power through the jet lag, get a good sleep tonight, and start fresh tomorrow.
I'm happy to say, we were successful. Of course, there were moments when the jet lag overpowered us all...
But we still managed to take a guided tour of the Opera House and visit the Eiffel Tower - though we didn't try to climb it just yet. Apparently I speak more French than I realized, because I've had a number of embarrassing conversations, where I try to be polite and start in French, and then very quickly become overwhelmed and pathetic when I can't keep up. Ah, well... so far they all seem to appreciate the effort.
One unexpected little adventure... my mother is a bit of an oenophile, and we are, after all, in France. So you can imagine her delight at not only being able to get some French wine that's not imported, BUT being able to cork and purchase her own bottle right in Paris.
Just a few photos from today - there's lots more in my flickr account - I'm not taking the time to name and adjust any photos for now, so if things are sideways or confusing, well, so am I, sometimes. Plus there's a lot of doubles at the moment. Maybe I'll care later.
The Eiffel Tower through the French Holocaust Memorial.
The French just do good monuments.
Earlier today, while stuck in a traffic jam in which I moved 8 miles in 75 minutes, I hated everyone. But now, sitting in an apartment in Paris, belly pleasantly full, face just slightly sun-warm, muscles tired, surrounded by the women in my family... I just love the whole world.