Monday, December 8, 2008

When Going to France Becomes Normal

When my parents first started coming to visit us here, I tried so hard to make sure we went and did things, went and saw things, so they felt they had a full trip across the pond. What I've finally realized is that it isn't France that keeps bringing them back. It's us.

The highlights of their visit this time would be a super intense shopping experience at the Christmas market on a Saturday evening, the grocery store twice, dinner with friends that included 2 bottles of champagne and magret de canard, and hours spent listening to Bubba-Love and Mini-Husband fight over toys.

Definitely not the chateau filled vacation some might think of as obligatory when coming to France.

We sit in the lounge, next to the woodstove, Kitty reads and BaPa thinks about going for a walk. The kids play in the room next to us and pop by from time to time to tell us some odd tit-bit or tattle on a sibling. We chat about Maryland, the election, people we know and love until Hubster gets home and we sit down to dinner.

More conversation, more laughing, more time spent together.

Who needs a chateau?

Yes, I still suffer from the desire to make sure they don't get bored and that they get to enjoy their experience here as best they can, but as my dad said to me this morning as they left,

"It was only a week, but we are just so happy to get to see you."

Me too. Me too.

7 comments:

Stephanie said...

I am glad that you all enjoyed the visit. See you soon?

RHB said...

Sounds like fun to me. I know they were so glad to see you. I'm going to be in their shoes soon. :(

Sue said...

Every trip to see you is an adventure...literally...

Diane said...

If we could just find them in order to get them home again. They've had their break. Now it is time to go back to work. Curt's away this week. I feel some Bapa's Sports Taxi in the very near future.

Kelly said...

Glad you had a good visit! I love visiting your parents too.:)

Dig said...

Who knew getting to us and home from us could be such fun? The luckies have now had breakfast in Paris, lunch in Frankfort, dinner over the Atlantic, and I hope a stiff drink in the States later on tonight!

Kitty said...

What an adventure! WIth planes being late, cancelled, late, late, and another late, we made it home the same day! Good thing we can fall asleep anywhere!