For years I had dreamed of Paris for my 30th birthday. Eighteen months out, I started to formulate a plan. Ten months ahead, I sent a mass email. It's spectacular when a dream becomes reality. Paris in December.
With many hours of research on metro lines, long-distance calls for reservations, setting calendar reminders limited ticketing windows, and of course all the planes, trains, metros, and hotels. It is finally here!
Max and I arrived in Paris on a chilly Saturday. We quickly dumped our bags at our adorable boulangerie-turned-Airbnb. We stopped at Aldi for a quick snack (if you know me, then you know☺). Abby and Nate had come over from London via Chunnel, they had been expats for about 3 months! We rendezvous with Roz, our neighbor who happened to also be in London for work, and jumped across the pond to join the celebration!
We didn't have much time before we were doing a champagne riverboat cruise down the Seine River. I had heard that La Galeries Lafayette Haumann had the most amazing display for Christmas, so we decided to trek there. The shopping center was incredible but the view from the top when the sun was setting was astonishing. We incidentally were there at sunset -- Max and I laid eyes on the Eiffel Tower and the entire city of Paris at the most magical hour.
We rushed over to meet everyone for the sunset champagne cruise. It's more like dusk at this point and the temperature is dropping. We board the boat and find my dad, Linda, Tina, Brett, Madeline, Matthew, Kylene, Theresa, Jessica, Kasey, and John! My heart almost burst when the boat rounded the corner at the top of the hour and saw the Eiffel Tower sparkle. That moment that we all shared is really indescribable.
You might think the jetlag would have caught up by now, but Max and I apparently don't sleep. I had booked a dinner spot called STROBI and it was fantastic!
Just a few blocks from Moulin Rouge where Nate, Abby and Roz all accompanied me and Max for dinner and the show. Funny story: I thought we were going to see Moulin Rouge the musical, not the topless dancing show. To say I was surprised by the performance would be an understatement.
We walk home, sore feet, jetlag, and all. The lack of sleep might just be a theme of this trip.