The setting: Paris
The reason: That girls weekend out we claimed we would take for two years
The date: A few weeks ago
The people: Just American girls living in Toulouse
The results: Well......
I was thrilled to wake up at five am to board a plane. The night had not gone so well, but no one woke up as I sneaked out of the house and into 48 hours of freedom.
I smile as I watch Toulouse covered in darkness still, the taxi zooming in record time to the airport. I even had time for a coffee as I lugged my suitcase down the wide hallway. Of course I had to take the broken one. Darn.
But nothing was going to keep me down.
Getting into Paris I zigzagged my way through frustrating Charlse De Gaulle. The French always think things require no explaining. Oh, well. I'm all grown up and stuff so I ask a question that seems to be rather stupid to the man answering, but which I then hear asked by about twenty other people. Yep, put up a sign and people wouldn't have to ask.....
The train took me first to the Joyce Meyer conference. It was thrilling to be there, though a tad lonely as everyone else was with large groups. But it didn't matter. I was there listening to one of my heros and I was happy. My body changed from hot to cold to hot again as worship began and then Joyce Meyer came out to talk. The conference was organized badly with little food to feed the people and no more coffee at one point, but it didn't matter. Not to me. I just wanted to be there.
We walk. And have coffee. And talk.
And talk. And bask in the glory of no kids and no time restraints.
We go out and do not worry about our kids or husbands. We smile. A lot. And laugh. A lot.
We make sure we will do it again and lament that 48 hours is not long enough.
Of course coming back you are thrown right back into life and the chaos that it is. We are told we are moving. This summer. Principe took the job. We have to pack and sort out school and buy a house and learn to talk Texan. Because we are moving to Texas of all places!
48 hours helps but I am thinking I need another break already. A chance to gasp for air between the school, the move, the terrible working hours Principe still has until August, the family visits, convincing the girls they will make more friends, saying good-bye and trying to finish my book(s).
Paris, Come back!