|here we are in Paris, she's on the left|
She's great about coming to visit me in Europe and I can't tell you how much it means to me that she makes two flight connections, spends the airline miles and arranges her husband, friends, parents and sisters to take care of her two children in order for us to spend this time together.
This isn't our first European road trip by the way. The last one was across Ireland. In February. Imagine. My beloved car, Great White, huffed and puffed her way across from Dublin to Cos. Clare and Galway and we had the best time ever, not even listening to the radio not only because GW doesn't have one that picks up European signals (Japanese) but because we couldn't stop talking and laughing, catching up with each other and just being together. A little old Irish man hit on her at a Spar in Galway telling her he liked her sweater in a drunken Irish accent and then inviting her to breakfast....we all know what that means. He was 70 if he was a day.
|here she is chasing Irish sheep|
I wonder if the septagenarian French men will find her as irresistibly appealing. I'll let you know.
We're all about checking out the 'old stuff' so Provence should keep us plenty busy. I'll take some photos of her in the lavender, she'll take photos of me in a hilltop village. It will be great. And I'll tell you all about when I get back next week. Until then, hug your bestie, make her laugh, and have some fun.