Let’s not forget Brussels. On our way from Paris to Amsterdam, we decided to stop in Brussels for a few days. Having never been there before, it seemed like a good idea. Brussels was different. When we got out of the train station we clearly had no clue where to go. We did notice right away more English was spoken. After weighing our options and getting our bearings, we found the taxis.
Our next to “last” day in Paris was the busiest. Our day started with breakfast at the hotel which consisted of nutella and croissants, breakfast meats and of course cheese. 🙂 After our Eiffel tower tour with Fat Tire Tours the day before, our tour guide told us about the church on the hill, known as Sacred Heart.
The one thing I had planned to do in Paris, other than sit at cafes and people watch, was to go up the Eiffel Tower. I had read all about the long wait times and didn’t want to be part of that. So, a week before our trip I began searching for our skip the line tickets. What I didn’t realize was how busy Paris would be that first week in August.
While I searched and searched, I finally found Fat Tire Bike Tours with a spot for us. Yes, it was way more than buying the regular ticket, but we would have a tour guide and best of all, we’d get to skip the lines. On our way to Paris, our flight was delayed. I quickly emailed the company, who promptly responded and scheduled us on another tour date.
This summer we had the opportunity to travel to Europe. You see, back in 2004, we visited Europe for the first time and made a promise to return in ten years. Fast forward to 2015, eleven years later, we made good on that promise with our summer vacation to Europe. On the travel log: Paris, Brussels and Amsterdam.
This was our first time visiting Paris and Brussels. We loved Amsterdam during our Honeymoon, but felt we didn’t get enough of it the first time around. Ok, so on to Paris. We loved it. We wondered around the city, stopping for coffee, panini, and wine. It was fun. So much fun, that I can’t wait to come back.
We were supposed to arrive in Paris around noon time. However, Delta changed our flight to go through Atlanta instead of Boston. This meant, we arrived in Paris about two hours later than originally planned. Not a big deal, except we had planned a tour for the Eiffel Tower through Fat Bike Tours. I immediately panicked. However, I notified the company via email and Facebook about our flight delay. Luckily, they were able to accommodate us on a different day. More about that later.
FYI- most restaurants in Paris do not serve food between 3 and 6 pm. However, they are open for drinks. So, after walking around for a while, we decided to indulge and start living like a Parisian. Our first dinner in Paris was amazing. It was in a tiny little restaurant off the main roads. Thanks to Yelp! we found Bistrot de L’oulette. I ordered the fish, Jim ordered the beef and we ordered duck for the girls.
After a full belly, it was time to explore Paris before bedtime. Remember, we just arrived a few hours later. We ventured over to the Palace de Voges area. Saw some soldiers with heavy machinery. I don’t think the girls even noticed. We just kept walking by towards our hotel.
Stay tuned for my next post: Day two in Paris!
When traveling home takes an airplane ride, over the Atlantic Ocean, going home doesn’t happen as often as one would wish. Last weekend, I took a quick trip to Puerto Rico with the girls and my mom. It had been almost two years since I last visited Puerto Rico and four years since my daughters had been to the island.
Flying from Orlando to San Juan has always been my favorite route. There is direct service to my hometown, by JetBlue, but the flight leaves at midnight from Orlando, which isn’t that bad. However, the returning flight leaves at 3 am! This time we decided to sleep in and take the “scenic route” and drive from San Juan to Ponce instead.
While I have now lived longer in the states than in the Island, I still get a special feeling in my heart when I see Puerto Rico from an airplane window. It’s almost like it doesn’t matter how long I’ve been away, that’s where I belong. Not saying, I don’t like it in the states. It’s just Puerto Rico is home.
We tried to see as many family members as possible while we were there. At one point, one of my girls candidly asked to please not introduce her to any more relatives! Ah, the things kids say. I’m happy to say, I’ll be visiting the Island again shortly this summer for my cousin’s wedding. Definitively looking forward to that.
And of course, we couldn’t visit Puerto Rico without getting our feet wet in the Caribbean Sea. 😉