Au Revoir Adios

The day has arrived and sadly, we are only allowed one suitcase each on our budget airline. Clearly, no one who made up these archaic rules had size ten feet. One pair of shoes and the suitcase is half full. We are looking forward to flying to Calgary ?????? before we actually get to go to Paris. In Paris we are meeting Marlisse for what she has dubbed a Charles DePicnique (she is bringing us a picnic at the Charles De Gaulle Airport) as we have a four hour layover before our flight to Nice. Do you think we'll recognize her now that she has a BFA? It will be a treat to see ma petite fille again. It will also be a treat because she has promised us lemon tarts as part of our picnique. I told her not to bother coming all the way out to the airport to meet us as it's a very expensive train ride. She assured me that it was no problem, as she was planning to put all of this on my Visa. Some things never really change.

When I next write in this blog, I will be rather intoxicated, both with Riviera sunshine and the local regional wine. I will have better things to report than mowing lawns, packing, cleaning and other mundane chores. Les and I will be sipping cafe on our little balcony overseeing the Mediterranean (that took three tries - phew - and I'm not even jetlagged yet), and trying to decide whether it would be better to munch on a croissant or a patisserie.

Ilona will be meeting our French man today and showing him around our house. She has graciously offered to pick him up from the airport and give him the grand tour. Joey and Marlisse will be meeting us in two weeks and joining our adventures in Europe. We'll just have to buy Greg some really good bottles of cognac to keep him sated.

I'd better go now and finish putting up ridiculous yellow stickies all over the house, so that Bernhardt knows which rooms and drawers to use. Au revoir et je t'aime...xoxo