Paris and London: The Aftermath

When we left off, our merry travelers were contemplating their last morning in London as well as the long trip home. Here's how that day (yesterday) went:

Enjoyed our usual complimentary breakfast at the hotel (London is so expensive, it is always best to stuff oneself when food is free) before setting out for Hyde Park. We took the Tube to the opposite side of the Park and figured we would meander our way back towards the hotel. It is walkable, but a long walk - but hey, we're nothing if not seasoned walkers at this juncture.

The Tube was PACKED with morning commuters (we always manage to ride during rush hour) and literally had to cram ourselves onto the train. It gets incredibly hot and more than a little uncomfortable to be THAT close to perfect strangers. Plus, when it's that crowded, I can't sneak peeks at the ridiculous newspaper headlines about Michael Jackson's love child with Brittney Spears or whatever the gossip du jour happens to be. Those newspapers are EVERYwhere. There are usually multiple newspaper people in front of every Tube stop just handing them out to passersby and the Londoners LOVE them. 

Anyhoo, we hopped off the Tube and walked into the lovely world of Hyde Park. I intentionally wanted to enter from the northeast end so that I could get a glimpse of Speakers' Corner - though there was sadly, no one orating as it wasn't Sunday. People are encouraged to bring a ladder and whatever is on their mind to share with the crowds that gather on Sundays. In any case, the Park is just beautiful and Londoners are lucky to have it.

Walked to the lower end of the Park and exited to take a quick side trip down to Harrod's. Do not ask me what possessed me to think that I, an avowed "non shopper" (unless it's shoes and purses) would be able to appreciate the shopping circus atmosphere that is Harrod's. Seven floors of merchandise with countless "salons" per floor. I truly got claustrophobic the minute I entered and felt more than a little anxious until I got the hell out. We did manage to briefly ride the Egyptian staircase and see the memorial to Diana and Dodi Fayed - more than just a little weird - why on earth does Dodi's statue have his shirt unbuttoned? Eesh. 

Walked back towards the Park and entered at about the juncture of Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. Wanted to pop back in long enough to see the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain. It was lovely and we just sat and enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere for a spell. Loved the circular design of the fountain.

We still had a bit more time on our hands before we needed to head to the airport, so we made a quick stop at the Natural History Museum. It's another phenomenal free museum - London is full of them. Worked our way through the Blue Zone, which was chockablock with dinosaurs and mammals. A really cool "working" T-rex made one poor little boy inconsolable. (Scared me just a little, too.) 

When we entered the museum the weather was quite nice, but upon our departure, it was raining steadily. No surprise there. Popped open my umbrella and went on my way - just like all the locals. Had our final walk back to the hotel, gathered our luggage and began the trek to Heathrow. Our hotel was right on the way to the airport, so we jumped back onto the now familiar Piccadilly Line and were there in no time. 

My husband had warned me, and he was right, that Heathrow is a very odd airport. I absolutely HATE that they won't let you near the appropriate gate until just before the flight is boarded. They basically keep everyone herded together in a central area - albeit with shopping and dining options available. I was just a tad anxious since Sam and I hadn't been able to procure seat assignments in the online check in process NOR at the ticket counter. We were told to get our seats at the gate - presumably along with far too many other people - all attempting to stay away from the "hot potato seats" - those in the middle of the row of 5. 

So, when the magic board posted our gate information, we literally ran-walked the entire way. We were feeling pretty positive until we were randomly selected for "additional security screening" - thus nullifying much of our lead on our seat competitors. In any case, we finally made our way to the gate staff and got our assignments - in the next-to-last row of the airplane. Any later and I suspect we would have been assigned seats on the wing. I was just glad to be heading home - and to be able to actually sit for more than a ten-minute rest. 

Flight home was uneventful - always a big plus for me. Being in the back row, we were nearly the last passengers off the plane. Apparently we were the final international flight of the day, and they didn't want to drag over any more "mobile lounges" - so we were crammed into just one - and I mean ridiculously crammed. While we waited - standing, sweating, those in charge were milling about waiting for stragglers. Turned out there was one other bus, which a few smart people had gotten on. Finally our driver climbs aboard (over people, over luggage, etc.) and lowers the vehicle. Then...nothing. It wouldn't go into gear. He tries several more times and then has to radio to the other driver to wait because our bus "wasn't going anywhere." So...we all had to trundle off bus #1 and then get on bus #2 - only add a few MORE people. Fortunately, bus #2 had (shocking!) working ac, which made the quick trip positively pleasurable.

Immigration and customs were a breeze and before we knew it, Sam and I walked out of the international arrivals area to...no one. We had been texting Tony to keep him apprised of our status. He had taken Joe and the girls to Cinnabon to wait and we managed to get through customs before they got back. I went off to look for them, and in the meantime, they appeared. It was fantastic to see their faces - even though it had only been a week I missed them all terribly. Claire, true to form, kissed me, hugged me, told me she loved me and missed me, and then asked what I had brought her. 

And THAT ends the final chapter of our saga. I am hoping to do one additional post, sort of a listing of "what I'll miss" and "what I WON'T miss" about Paris and London. Sam and I were working on it yesterday, but it still needs a little time to percolate. Also hope to have a link to pics in the next day or two.

Ciao! (oh wait, that's the NEXT trip...)

Day 7 - London Blitzkrieg Part Deux - Last Night Abroad

Here's the rundown on today...

Left our hotel and headed off for the Soho District. Sam wanted to check out some of London's 'bohemia' since we did the same in Paris. Apparently, bohemians don't get up too early, because Soho does not exactly rock at 9 am. Shoulda figured that one out on our own. Next stop: Picadilly Circus. I knew it was much ado about nothing, but you have to at last give it a good gawk while you're here. We did - and then moved on down towards lower Westminster.

It was quite windy today - though the weather had improved quite a bit otherwise. Some clouds, but some sun as well. Not a drop of rain - a relief after dodging rain all day yesterday. We made our way down to St. James and Buckingham Palaces. As impressive as I could have imagined. Didn't spend too much time -- just did one of our flybys.

We stopped for another look at Westminster Abbey and then decided to come back later in the day - the Abbey was open late this evening and we thought it would be a better use of time NOT to stand in line and let the crowds thin out. So we continued across Westminster Bridge to take a look around Southwark. Walked right up to the London Eye, but already knew it wasn't something we wanted to do. Trying to spend out pounds as wisely as possible - the exchange rate still makes my head spin.

No day on this trip would be complete without some unnecessary walking and today was no exception. Our PLAN was to walk over to Shakespeare's Globe, but we managed to take a few wrong turns along the way. We did make it - but there were definitely a few moments when I doubted we ever would. LOVED the Globe and actually did the full tour. I know it's not the original structure, but it was darned cool nonetheless.

After our visit with the Bard, we walked across the Millennial Bridge and were met with the incredible views of St. Paul's. Found a nice cafe for lunch that offered a commanding view of the cathedral. If my husband is really nice, he'll insert that picture right about here. You can even see the writing on the glass of the cafe as you look at St. Paul's. Didn't tour St. Paul's since we knew we would be doing Westminster Abbey later.

Next stop: The London Museum. Really liked it - and the free admission. They do a good job of relating the history of London and it's so cool that the Museum itself is set in a part of the city with remains of the Roman-built wall around it. I cannot get enough of the Roman ruins - both here and in Paris. Warning to husband - trip to Rome needs to be in our future.

After the museum, we did another little side jaunt to a few markets - one was Petticoat and now I have forgotten the name of the other one - but it's near Brick Lane. Sam was really excited to see some LPs and disappointed that it would be too tricky to drag a few home. She bought a gift for a friend, which I won't mention here, because rumor has it he has been 'creeping' on my blog. (Hi Alan!)

After the markets, we broke down and got on the Tube back to Westminster - keep in mind that everything has been walking up to this point. Got there a little earlier than we intended, so we stopped for drinks and relaxed in the park area in front of the Abbey and read for a bit. Finally entered at about 5:30. It was a great time to visit - not crowded at all.

My impressions of Westminster Abbey: it's gorgeous. Beautifully constructed and engineered so long ago that it makes my head hurt. But at the same time - all the tombs and crypts and such were just a little bit creepy. I mean, half the time you're walking over burial spots. Whose idea was it to just toss so many dead people in there? Who wants to be coronated with all those guys (and girls) looking on? And while I was a little creeped out by the NUMBER of dead people there, it was staggering to stand next to, say, the burial sites of Elizabeth I and her sister Mary, for one. How is it possible that an ordinary person can be be literally two feet away from the remains of a former Queen of England? Discuss amongst yourselves. Also really dug the Geoffrey Chaucer tomb. No pun intended, I assure you.

After the Abbey, we tubed back to a stop near our hotel and then wandered off to yet another pub (Sam's request) for dinner. I think she wanted to experience being able to order a beer one more time before returning to the land of 'over 21.' She got carded for the first time and I think she really enjoyed whipping out that I.D. Had a nice dinner - stopped by Sainsbury's for an ice cream cone (Sam) and some candy bars that Sam remembered loving while she was in Australia (for Claire and Syd - oh, and an extra one for Sam).

Tomorrow we hope to hit Hyde Park and do a better job with Kensington Park. Then, around 1 or so, we will have to head off to Heathrow for the flight home. So hard to believe it's our last night - though the thought of sleeping in my own bed tomorrow night sounds pretty darned appealing. We have genuinely made the most of our time in Paris and London and I feel truly privileged to have had the opportunity to see and experience the things we have.

With luck, the next post will be from home sweet home.

Day 6 - The London Blitzkrieg

The bad weather gods finally caught up with us today. We woke to light rain. By the time we finished our lovely free breakfast (not Paris pastries, but we have to move on) and walked outside, it had mostly stopped - but I chose to play it safe by purchasing a new umbrella to replace my lost one. (Still no clue what happened to that thing.) Sam and I bought Oyster cards for the Tube and then headed off to the Westminster stop. Naturally, we were following one of Rick Steves' walking tours. YES - Rick also has a book and plenty of advice that pertains to London. (I could do a testimonial, really.) As we emerged from the Tube stop, it was raining pretty steadily. A bummer as that was our first view of Parliament, Big Ben, etc. We began the Westminster walking tour - towards Trafalgar Square and by the time we got there, the rain had stopped. At this point, we really began to enjoy the walk.

We walked EVERYWHERE - Covent Garden, Soho, and just AROUND - before finding ourselves at the British Museum. We LOVED it there and spent quite a bit of time. The pieces are amazing - saw so many lovely pieces of artwork from around the world and throughout history. Particularly enjoyed the Asian art. Barely got a glimpse of the Rosetta Stone with so many people jockeying for a view (but it was still darned cool).

After the British Museum we stopped for lunch in a place that served baguettes (okay, we are still in denial about leaving Paris). Nice place, good food. Afterwards, we took about a 15-minute walk to the British Library. It is a book-lovers paradise and a big thrill for me. Saw the Magna Carta, some of Shakespeare's earliest works, and even some original pages by Jane Austen, just to name a few. It's an amazing place and I sure wish I could visit it on a regular basis.

Our next stop was the Tower of London - which required a quick trip on the Tube. Of course, just about the time we arrived, the rain resumed (it has been on and off all day). Somehow, though, it seemed appropriate to tour the Tower in dreary weather. Despite the somber tone of the history involved, it was fascinating. I kept harking back to the "Tudors" TV show on Showtime.

Wrapped up our tour around 5:30 and then walked through fairly significant rain to a nearby pub - where I got some fish and chips and a Foster's. Life is good. Jumped on the Tube and returned to the hotel fairly early. We just couldn't think of any evening activities that didn't involve getting wet - and it's also gotten quite cool as well. Plus, we're both pretty tired at this point. All the walking is starting to take a toll on me for sure. Just about the time my body adjusts to all the walking will be when it's time to go home.

I do like London - the people are friendly, there's lots of history to explore, everyone loves books, and THEY HAVE SEPARATE MENS and WOMENS ROOMS! (Rarely the case in Paris.) But I have to say that there was just something magical about Paris. It already feels like it was a dream.

Hoping tomorrow is a bit nicer weather-wise as it will be our last full day to explore this city. Hard to believe that we walked all the way from Westminster to St. Pancras, with LOTS of meandering in between - and then more around the Tower. A typical day for us. We have dubbed ourselves, "the queens of unnecessary walking" since we so often find ourselves backtracking.

Signing off for today. Cheers to all!

Day 5 - Transition: From Crepes to Fish and Chips

Woke up in Paris to a delightfully sunny day for a change. A perfect day to explore the Montparnasse area as well as the Latin Quarter - which is even more nearby than we thought. We started in Jardins de Luxembourg, which was gorgeous and only a few short blocks away. There is a palace, built for Marie de Medici and now used by the French Senate, I think. The grounds are extensive and meticulously manicured. There are even palm trees all around and a huge pond in the center of the park - complete with rentable toy sailboats.

Our next stop was the Pantheon - a magnificent structure and home of Foucault's Pendulum. It's other big claim to fame is being the final resting place of such literary greats as Alexandre Dumas and Victor Hugo. There are actually dozens of 'folks' interred in the crypt - halls and halls of them. And quite a few noteworthy - like Marie Curie. Sam and I have no earthly idea why someone would ever want to end up in a cold, dark crypt that doubles as a tourist attraction. Scatter me on a beach any day. (Well, not ANY day...)

Next we explored some more side streets throughout the Latin Quarter - again passing the Sorbonne and the St. Michel area. (By the way, the ONLY thing I bought for myself in Paris was a Sorbonne t-shirt - finally did find one). Some people leave with Versace or Louis Vuitton - not me - give me collegiate wear any day. (Yes, truly ANY day.)

We stopped for baguettes and then found ourselves just across from Notre Dame. We were so close that I had to give the old girl a decent farewell. So we parked ourselves in front of her and enjoyed the sunshine and her magnificence one more time. Had fun people watching in the square. We get such a kick out of the truly fashionable and those who just think they are, but are failing miserably. Others of us know better than to even try.

We walked back up to Luxembourg Gardens and relaxed in the sunshine until it was time to pack up and go. Sam sketched while I listened to music by the pond. Lots of people wandering about during the lunchtime hour. Had a little drama when a backpacker was, for some reason, asked by a gendarme to leave the park. He refused, kept going, and the two soon got into a shoving match. Very quickly, three more gendarmes appeared. They were having a LOOONG discussion with the backpacker. Soon, about five more gendarmes showed up and they talked even more. No resolution by the time I had to leave - about half an hour later. I took pictures, which are quite comical - showing more and more policemen showing up.

We headed back to the hotel around 1 pm, checked out and then clambored aboard the Metro for the last time. :( We hopped off at Gare du Nord and quickly found the station for the high-speed Eurostar train to London. Took us a while to get checked in, and then go through passport control and customs, but before long it was time to board. We LOVED the train. Spacious, comfortable, fabulous service, and a full meal - all during a two-hour trip. Sam actually turned to me at one point and said, 'I LOVE this train!' And she has been on more than a few.

We arrived at St. Pancras in London around 4 pm local time. That station is a bit of a zoo, but it wasn't too difficult to find our way to the Underground and the Picadilly Line. I was shocked at the price of a single Tube fare - 4 pounds (about 8 dollars) as opposed to about 1.25 euros (about 2 dollars) in Paris. We will need to buy a combination pass tomorrow, as we plan to be on and off the system quite a bit. It was a fairly long ride - literally across the city - to Earl's Court - the area in which our hotel is located. We quickly checked in and then headed out to stretch our weary legs. Ended up taking a LOOONG walk to Kensington Gardens. Very busy place. Took a quick peek at the palace, but we weren't really in sightseer mode - just trying to get some fresh air.

On our way back, we stopped at a pub and Sam got some fish and chips. I ended up with just a jacket (baked potato) since I was still fairly full from the train fare. Next we stopped at a grocery store to get my morning Diet Coke and a big bottle of water to last for a while. It was fun being in a grocery store and seeing the 'regular' people. It just feels so different here. I actually really miss the French signs and French language. It was comfortable - even though I didn't understand all of it. It is nice to be able to understand what people are saying, though. Yet on the other hand, London is such an international city that we don't understand half of the conversations anyway.

Tomorrow we're planning to do the 'major' tourist attractions - since the weather is supposed to be nice and we don't have much time here.

Cheers for now!

Day 4 - Beignets in Montparnasse

Today definitely began on a more low-key note. First of all, I didn't even wake up until 7:45. While I was showering, Sam did her usual breakfast run. My girl has always enjoyed her alone time on a trip - exploring new places on her own - and when it's safe, I like to let her do it. So off she went for pain chocolate and coffee (for her) and an "escargot" (raisin pastry) for me.

We got a bit of a late start but made it for our return trip to the Louvre by about 9:45. This time we visited the less hectic Richlieu and Sully wings. We really enjoyed it, particularly the Egyptian and Assyrian antiquities. We even saw the original tablet of Hammurabi's Code

After finishing up at the Louvre around 11:30, we began our long trek up thru the Tuileries and then the entire length of the Champs-Elysees. As usual, the weather looked threatening the entire time and, as usual, we felt not a single drop of rain. We have been so lucky. It has been cool though - only mid 60s and usually a stiff breeze and no sun. But we came prepares with layers and all the hiking around ensures that we stay fairly warm.

We stopped at a tiny cafe in the Tuileries for some tomato and fresh mozzarella on baguettes (so good) before the serious walking began.

There was tons of construction and other impediments, but we did our best to stay on course. We were less than impresses with all the high-end shops near the Arc de Triomphe and gave them a wide berth (hope my husband is reading this part).

Finally arrived at the Arc and were delighted to find 1) no lines to climb to the top and 2) that our Museum Passes covered the admission. It was a long climb up about a bazillion steps (on very sore and tired feet and legs) but so worthwhile. We loved being at the top and having a commanding view of this city that we both already love.

Our next stop, we decided on the spur of the moment, would be Montmartre. Since one of our favorite activities tends to be exploring interesting areas of the city, it seemed a logical choice.

And it WAS a good choice. We wandered every inch of Montmartre,including Sacre Coeur (arg! More stairs!) and the bohemian little artist area nearby. A wonderful way to spend an afternoon.

We had a long Metro ride "home" but feel very comfortable with our ability to get around the city now. Sam laughed her head off when we arrived at our stop and I popped up to unlatch the door - trying to be the seasoned professional. Suddenly the train gave a final lurch and I literally flew into the wall - while trying to maintain my dignity. Not an easy task when your 18 year old is laughing at you. And speaking of Sam, she has been very well received in Paris. Not just the guys - who have blown kisses at her and shouted "I love you!" across the street, but the average Paisienne, who just appreciates the fact that this American teenager actually bothered to learn French.

We came back to the hotel early and had a little coffee (Sam again) and wine in our hotel's "lounge" area while I read and Sam sketched a little. Later we went out to dinner at one of the creperies on what we have come to call "Crepe Row" - the street adjacent to ours on which we have actually counted 10 separate creperies.

Hard to believe it's already our final night in Paris - we leave for London via train tomorrow afternoon. I have to say that we took Paris by storm and have seen a LOT - with tomorrow morning still to go.

So far, so amazing.

Day 3 - Slow Bus to Versailles

I was proud of myself this morning for getting up at 7 - while trying hard to forget it was actually 1am at home. My goal was to make it to Versailles when it opened at 9 - as per Travel God Rick Steves' advice. (side note: we see SO many people lugging Rick's book around. We realize now we should be taking photos of all of them.)

Anyway, all went well until we attempted to transfer from the Metro to the RER - which serves the outlying areas. We didn't discover until later that a large section of RER is out of service, so we couldn't understand why we couldn't seem to get where we wanted to go.

We foolishly took the advice of a Metro employee who literally sent us miles in the wrong direction. We ended up in the town of Boulogne - a lovely town - but not Versailles. We emerged from the Metro with no earthly idea of how to get where we needed to go. It would be like ending up in Silver Spring when you need to be in Vienna.

Fortunately Boulogne has one hotel with an intelligent desk clerk who explained how to get to a bus station. After a LONG walk (I estimate 2 miles) we found it and were thrilled to find a bus that was actually going to Versailles - which we actually reached - half an hour and about 20 stops later. I actually enjoyed the bus ride as it gave me an opportunity to see "regular" French people in a town just going about their day. In any case, we arrived, albeit more than an hour behind our intended time.

There is just no possible way to prepare yourself for your first sight of Versailles. It is overwhelming in size, grandiosity, and GOLD. The weather was another of those cloudy/sunny/cloudy days and as we crested the hill, the sun seemed to be shining just on the palace. Can't wait to download those pics.

Despite our late arrival there were no lines to speak of (thanks to Rick and the Museum Pass). The lines grew throughout the day and by the time we left around 4 there were hundreds of people queued up in the two lines they would have to get thru.

Unfortunately inside the Chateau was already packed. At some points we would reach human gridlock. Despite the complete lack of personal space the tour was absolutely incredible. Sam again read thru Rick's book (at one point we heard another Rickophile reading the exact same passage) as we toured the various salons and chambers and breathtaking hallways. Took many photos.

After completing the Chateau tour we walked down the hill to the actual town of Versailles for a quick lunch before starting out on the tour of the Versailles gardens. It would turn out that we would soon need all the energy we could get.

You know you read these darned guidebooks but sometimes you just cannot wrap your brain around the scope of what you are about to see. The Versailles Gardens are a good example. I expected a leisurely stroll thru some pretty flower beds. Uh...no. The gardens are simply massive - on a scale I don't think I have ever seen. They go on forever in every direction with perfectly pruned trees and bushes and flowers as far as you can see. There is even a Grand Canal for Pete's sake and they actually imported real gondoliers from Venice to work them!Our next stop (which required another ridiculously long walk) was the Trianon area where the kings and queens would go to lead more simple life. Yeah, right. A series of mini mansions with yet more opulent furnishings and grounds. They said that they would completely change all the flowers in the garden each day to suit the king's mood.

Our last stop, which we got partially lost trying to find (today there was only one direction for us and it was wrong) was the little village that was created for Marie Antoinette. Absolutely wonderful little houses with farmland and livestock all around. (The smell of cows always brings me right back to Frederick!).

Finally we started the long walk back to the Chateau. There is a convenient little tram don't you know - but they charge you 3.50 Euros for the privilege - so it would have been about 10 dollars for the two of us. We walked on principle. The train ride all the way back to Paris was cheaper!
Speaking of the train, we did finally find it and made it back to city. However, it dumped us off several stops short of our actual destination, which is how we finally figured out the RER issue.

Made the most of our premature exit and wandered to St Germain Des Pres, near the Orsay for dinner at a cafe. I had a wonderful Quiche Lorraine. Then a walk to another Metro stop and a very crowded trip back to the hotel. Sam and I took our books downstairs and read for a while. She wandered out to get herself some coffee too. I had the brilliant idea of using the computer in the hotel lobby and was so excited not to have to use my iPhone for yet another epic update. Not so fast! I quickly realized that the keyboard, presumably a French version, has all the keys in different places! WTH? I was crushed when I understood that this keyboard would be even slower. Arg! Then, after beginning this entry (via email to my dear husband who is posting on my behalf) twice, my phone froze up and I lost it all. I ended up sending it to him in smaller pieces. Thanks, Honey!

Tomorrow we hope to finish up the Louvre and then explore the Champs-Elysees area and see the Arc de Triomphe. Fortunately we will not need any buses or RER trains to get there!

Bonne nuit from Paris.

Day 2 in Paris - Formidable!

Sam and I were relieved to wake up to partly sunny skies. We had a huge storm around 11 last night - complete with hail - and the forecast today was for rain and wind. While there were threatening clouds on and off all day, there were
also some sunny periods. We didn't get at all wet until about 7pm and even that wasn't bad.

As per the plan we headed straight to Notre Dame. As breathtaking as it is from the exterior, the interior literally brought tears to my eyes. It's absolutely awe-inspiring.

Next was St Chappelle, with stained glass that is stunning. Sam and I have been using the Rick Steves tour book and we really enjoyed his educational and very witty comments while wandering thru the various sites. We are now avid Steveophiles.

Next came the archeological crypt - the area adjacent to Notre Dame but underground where there are remarkably intact sections of ancient Roman structures. A big wow.

After that we visited the deportation museum - where the invading Nazis held Parisienne Jews before shipping them off to concentration camps. The memorial was incredibly
moving.

We had light lunch on the Left Bank and then wandered over to Palais Royal gardens. Then some general walking around before attacking both the Orangerie AND Orsay Museums. Plenty of Impressionists to go around.

We were getting a bit weary, so we stopped in yet another riverside cafe for a quick crepe. Oh - forgot to mention one crazy incident along Quay de Louvre. Apparently a bus had slightly clipped a car in traffic and then tried to drive off. Uh, NO. The car driver went nuts and jumped in front of the bus shouting over and over "reste ici!" (stay here!). The bus wouldn't stop but kept slowly backing the guy up until the car driver's friend pulls in front of the bus and parks sideways - effectively blocking all the lanes of an incredibly busy thoroughfare. A big mess. Finally the bus flinched and dispatched a woman who we assume must have been the tour operator. Quite the to do. We moved along.

The Louvre has special hours on Friday, so we went later (around 5:30) to try to avoid the worst of the crowds. We did the Rick Steves' tour of the Denon Wing (hope to go back to Richlieu Wing tomorrow or Sunday). It was simply fabulous. Everything I had hoped for and more. We only left after several hours due to hunger failing feet.

Tomorrow we hope to head out to Versailles in the morning. Hopefully Sam will repeat her "breakfast run" of this morning in which she ran down the street to get us each a pastry. Though we spent very little time here, our neighborhood is so cool. Lots of boulangeries, creperies, cafes, and lovely little shops. It is so much fun for me to observe Sam as she communicates in French. She has no trouble making herself understood OR in understanding what is being said to her. And as much as I enjoy listening to her, she enjoys even more hanging me out to dry and forcing me to have to talk on my own. It rarely goes well and she often has to come to the rescue.

Things seem to be going well at home. Joe came up with the brilliant idea of setting up a blog for Claire and Sydney so they can keep me abreast of all I am missing. He named the blog "Punk/Counterpunk" - utilizing his favorite nickname for the girls.

Day 1 in Paris

Flight was uneventful. I actually dozed a bit but sam got stuck next to a hell child who was flying all the way from San Francisco to Paris and didn't stop misbehaving for very long.

Managed to work our way thru de Gaulle and get to the terminal from which we could catch the train to the city. Interesting ride in - fairly ugly outside the city with every exposed inch of concrete covered in graffiti. We figured out the Metro like pros UNTIL we got to our stop (Vavin) and the car doors didn't open. We just looked at one another helplessly. It finally dawned on us that each door has a bizarre latch apparatus and won't open unless someone actually flips it. So we ended up one stop from where we wanted to be.

By the time we emerged from underground (and in the wrong place) we were completely turned around and ended up dragging suitcases thru the streets of Paris for quite a distance - in the wrong direction. We eventually worked it out and found the hotel.

Our room wasn't quite ready, so we wandered around the Montparnasse neighborhood for an hour and grabbed a bite to eat from a nearby patisserie. Delicious.

After checking in we ventured forth to the Marais District, which we loved. Lots of cool little places there to see and it was gorgeous. My favorite (as per Rick Steves' recommendation) was Place des Vosges. Absolutely spectacular.

Afterwards sam and I bought a baguette from a little shop and then got some cheese and strawberries from a supermarche. Then we sat out on a bench and ate while all of Paris strolled by. Really, really cool.

Our next goal was to buy the four day museum pass - but it has to be purchased FROM a museum. So we aimed for the Picasso museum - and missed several times. Finally found it and got the passes but SOMEHOW managed to lose our super-detailed map. Arg! I loved that map in the short period of time I got to know it. C'est la vie!

Next we wandered back across the Seine and while I tried REALLY hard not to take in too much of Notre Dame (which we officially tour tomorrow morning) I just couldn't help myself. It was just magnificent and I can't wait to go back in the morning. I was trying to take a photo and kept backing away to get a better shot. Every time I turned around to get my perspective I was shocked and delighted each time that I was truly seeing Notre Dame. I kept thinking about my ninth grade art history teacher, Mr. Maier, who did such a great job of teaching us about the beauty and history of the structure. (Whats not to love about flying buttresses after all?)

Next came a quick side trip to the Sorbonne where I actually was hoping I might locate a sweatshirt to add to my collection of college apparel. No go. No one in without a pass and no handy version of a Barnes and Noble campus nearby.

It was getting late in the afternoon and we stopped for yet another quick nosh. (we have decided we prefer noshing to larger, more expensive meals). So we split a crepe and we each got a glass of wine. Yes I let her order one since she is two years OVER the drinking age here.

Next stop: la Tour Eiffel. Not sure why except it is one of the few sites not covered by our museum passes, which begin tomorrow. Hate to sound like a party pooper but it just didn't impress me. Maybe I should try to come back when it's lit up at night.

Now we are back in the room and trying to recharge a little to stay awake after a very long day. Next is dinner and then BED. Can't wait to sleep horizontally tonight!

Liftoff to Paris - T Minus 1

As excited as I am about this imminent adventure, the WORST part of any trip is once the bags are packed and all that's left is the WAITING. That's when I start to obsess over what I haveuld have forgotten, etc. No good can come of it. It's better to just GO. But that won't happen until tomorrow afternoon.

The SECOND hardest part is trying to make sure that everything at home is as in order as it can be. Though leaving Tony is charge is absolutely the best case scenario, I still like to get things as organized as possible. Plus, Claire is playing the "I will miss you so much" card. Arg! So while I am eagerly anticipating what lies ahead, the "mom" part of me will be actively engaging the back of my brain - missing the four family members I am leaving behind.

Sam made me laugh today. I had to confess to her that despite my "refresher" French tapes, I find myself woefully inadequate in terms of my ability to actually converse in French within the confines of a real-life scenario. She didn't miss a beat and replied, "don't worry, I got ya Mama." I mentioned at dinner that she is going to HATE me constantly asking her to translate for me. She swears she'll be okay with it, as long as the person in question truly does not speak English. She objects only to being asked to speak French as a parlor trick for the sole amusement of her mother. Can't say as I blame her.

Sam and I will be tossed to the curb at Dulles at about 3:30pm tomorrow afternoon in anticipation of our 5:30pm flight to Charles DeGaulle. The waiting tomorrow will be excruciating. I'm going to try to get some work done until about 12 or 1, but I suspect that will be a losing venture.

Let's GO already!

A Healthy Dose of Dependence Resistance

My husband is a remarkable planner: very organized and very efficient. And he makes it look really easy. I am actually that way myself, but his skills in this realm are far superior. So, I've let my guard down a little. Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I've become just a little...dependent on him.

So, taking this upcoming trip to Paris and London has already been good for me. It's forced me to step back into the role of "chief organizer/planner" and while it's daunting at times, it also feels pretty good.

Today for example. Had to run to the bank to get travelers' checks as well as some "get started" currency - both Euros and Pounds. Also found out that my bank card isn't working - REALLY glad I gave THAT a trial run before the actual pond crossing. Anyway, it was no big deal and only took about half an hour to get everything squared away at the bank, but this is one of those tasks that Tony would have ordinarily handled on another trip. I just like knowing I can handle all the little details if I have to.

Actually, this is a cake walk after our last China trip. For the uninitiated, the day we were scheduled to leave for Sydney's adoption trip, Tony needed emergency surgery for a bad infection resulting from a botched Achilles tendon surgery. This meant that, with about two hours' notice, I became the person completely in charge of three kids (almost 16, 14, and 3) - soon to be FOUR kids - on our way to the other side of the world. I will never forget driving to the airport, with Tony literally throwing travelers' checks at me and dictating last-minute instructions. I also recall arriving (finally) at our destination, sleep-deprived and then faced with tasks such as standing in line at a Chinese bank (for literally hours) to exchange currency, and trying to figure out how to get an Internet connection so that we could find out Tony's status.

So...heading off to Europe with one 18-year-old with PLENTY of time to plan is definitely something I can do. Yes, I have become a little dependent on Tony, but I do appreciate all the things he does to make my life easier on a daily basis. It's just nice to know I still take care of myself as well. When I need to. Occasionally.

Racial Pride and Prejudice (continued)

A few weeks ago Claire came to me and shared that a classmate had made a racial comment to her. It may not have been the first time it happened, but it left enough of an impression on her for her to mention it to me. With more than 20 years of parenting experience under my belt, I immediately launched into an explanation of how I saw the event - trying to make her understand that some people are basically idiots. Later, after giving the incident more thought, I realized that this is something I will never completely understand from her viewpoint since I am not Asian. I asked Tony to have "the talk" with her. About his experiences with racism, and how he has learned to deal with them.

It's really tough to have to have this kind of conversation with your seven-year-old child - basically telling her that she can expect a lifetime of people occasionally making cruel and inappropriate comments. Though hopefully she can prepare for it, and determine what her response will be - ignore it? respond to it directly? That's her decision to make.

On the up side, we recently attended a reunion for the girls in Claire's adoption group - comprised of seven girls adopted from Nanping SWI in November of 2002. It's very cool that the entire group is still in touch and that six of the seven girls attended the reunion. As angry as I get when I heard about the racial comment, the opposite was true when I saw the girls together again. It's heartwarming that, for one day at least, it's "normal" to be Chinese and adopted. These girls share an incredible bond by virtue of the fact that their lives began in the same place on the other side of the world and under very similar circumstances. I want this relationship they share to continue for a long time. I hope they can support one another as they face the sometimes harsh realities of being a "non-white" adoptee. Again, it's something that, try as I do, I will never fully appreciate what it feels like to walk in Claire or Sydney's shoes.

Booked!

After weeks of wrangling and planning, my July trip to London and Paris with Sam is now officially booked! I have to admit to feeling a bit ambivalent - thrilled at the opportunity to explore two great cities with my grown daughter, but sad (and a little guilty) that we have to leave the rest of the family behind. The trip is to celebrate Sam's graduation - which happens to be taking place tomorrow.

None of the details are worked out yet, but this trip could not have come at a better time. Work is heinously stressful right now (layoffs and fighting over distribution of new responsibilities) so when things get bad, I can just close my eyes and picture Sam and strolling down some Parisienne side street, baguettes in hand.

Hmm....I guess I'd better go dig out those French CDs and brush up on my "not-even-remotely-fluent" French.

Counting the days...

Sydney Finds a LAX Niche

Sometimes it's not easy being Sydney. She has both the good and bad luck to be Claire's younger sister - by three months. Claire's personality is to take EVERYTHING seriously and put forth 100% effort - usually resulting in some level of success.

Sydney's approach is much more laid-back and easygoing. Until now. She's only been playing lacrosse for about two months, but so far it's been a fantastic match for her. She can dive into a mass of girls fighting over a ground ball and (amazingly) come up with the ball with amazing frequency. Once she GETS the ball, she just...TAKES OFF. (See photo.) My tiny girl has wheels. She seems to just get exponentially better each week - I wish the season would last longer! She's now perfecting her skills to the point that she's learning how to "roll" around defenders when she has the ball. Once this child learns to catch and cradle, she will truly be a force to be reckoned with. 

Sam's Big Decision

I have to say that it feels good to be 99% sure of where Sam will be for the next four years. The road to college was a lot bumpier for her than I expected it to be. Just in the past two years (since Joe applied) it's gotten a LOT more difficult to be accepted into schools - particularly state schools - since the economy shrank and the applicant pool grew. A lot. 

So, after a lot of soul searching and paperwork wrangling, it does look as though she will be attending Virginia Commonweath University (VCU) in Richmond, VA. We visited the school about a month ago and I have to say that we both left with a very good impression. I can definitely picture Sam wandering around the somewhat "urban" campus - lots of different types of people and an eclectic feeling to the surroundings. It seems a better fit for her than a more traditional, tree-lined-type campus. 

Sam plans to study anthropology and VCU has what appears to be a good World Studies program - including an opportunity to study abroad (which I feel sure she will take advantage of). 

I am delighted that she will only be two hours away, and that she has an opportunity to park her car on campus - which hopefully translates into a few extra weekend visits. I will miss that girl terribly as will Claire, Sydney, Tony, and maybe even Joe. (He'll at least miss her cooking and coffee.)

Go Sam! Go Rams!

Louisville - The LAST Day

Saturday dawned rainy (surprise!) but with a huge sense of relief that our ordeal was nearly over. This is the first time ever that we had packed up registration and the resource booth on Friday evening, so I think we almost felt a little lost with those huge tasks already completed.

To celebrate our relative "freedom," Lari, Tamara, and I agreed to meet Fred and Brian for a "real" breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Wow! We got to eat like normal people - sitting down! First, we had quite a few laughs over the fact that since it was now Saturday, Fred could order all the sausage he wanted. We commented to the server (who would soon regret being assigned to our table) that we had heard that the "Saturday Sausage" was particularly good. Here's a photo of Brian, showing off his "Saturday Sausage."

When I pulled out my glasses to read the menu, I realized that they had broken. I handed them over to Fred and Brian and asked them to work their "technology teacher magic." Suddenly Brian had disappeared with my glasses - apparently to go to his car in the hotel garage. I still don't know what he did down there, but when he came back, the glasses were (mostly) fixed! 

Shortly thereafter, we looked to the side and saw Steve Moorhead with his nose pressed to the window. He and Linda TRIED to get seated at another table on the far side of the restaurant, but we embarrassed them into joining us. We all just scooted around and made room. After the server had made all the necessary adjustments in silverware, napkins, and billing arrangements, David Worley walked in and of course we forced him to sit with us as well. The server came back and just started shaking her head.

We had gotten about halfway through our meal when Tamara's cellphone rang. It was about 8:30 and Susan was calling her to say that ONE person was waiting at Reg to buy a ticket. So, Tamara had to abandon her breakfast and rush over to the Convention Center. The server came back and noted she was gone -but we told her we would pick up her bill, so no worries.

Finally, Ron Yuill came strolling in and we quickly tossed him into Tamara's vacated seat. This time the server walked back, noticed Ron, and didn't miss a beat, saying, "you got anybody else wit' choo?" We LOST it and no doubt heads turned in the restaurant. 

After breakfast, Brian and I popped in on a TECA competition where I got a few good photos and he became enamored with a certain attractive female professor from Illinois State. (Brian: "Who was THAT?") Then we made our FINAL (Halleluia!) trek over to the Convention Center to attend (Brian) and photograph (me) the Tech Fest.

A bit later I returned to the hotel for some time to start sorting through my zillions of photos. Soon it was time to check out and appear at the Awards Luncheon. The Luncheon is always torturous because it's generally the FINAL hurdle before getting out of Dodge. This year was no exception. At various points, we had to say goodbye to all of our wonderful friends - always tough after being in the trenches with them so many times. There is no way to thank these people who so generously give their time and friendship, especially Ron, Steve, Linda, Fred, Fred, David, Roger, Kay, and no doubt others. Thanks guys!

We left the hotel by about 2:30 and headed over to the airport where we hoped to do a little shopping since we really hadn't found anything decent to bring home prior to that. We had some moderate success but came to the realization that Louisville is really NOT a shopper's paradise.

Once we arrived at our gate, we got the first hint of trouble. Our 5:10 departure was listed as "now 6:00." I think it was the "now" that bothered me the most - as if it may be subject to even further change. My premonition soon came true. We heard over the loudspeaker that our plane was stuck in a blizzard in Kansas City and no one knew when or if it would get out. This also made us worry about Fred, who was supposed to be flying IN to Kansas City. (Fred - if you're reading this - let us know you made it okay!) 

We were literally SURROUNDED by ITEA people from Virginia, Maryland, and Pennsylvania (oh - and the Corleys who were connecting in Baltimore to Massachusetts). LOTS of unhappy people who had no clue about when we were ever going to get out of there. After a good two or three hours of interminable waiting, they made the announcement that they had "found" a plane for us and that it was on the way from Chicago. Huge cheers erupted.

After all that waiting, things suddenly sprang into fast motion. That plane arrived FAST, deplaned FASTER, and boarded even FASTER than that. We took off at 6:30 - really only an hour and a half late - nothing short of a miracle. They even promised that they would hold the connecting flights at BWI until our plane arrived - good news for plenty of folks - including the Corleys. 

We had a safe, fast, FULL, and somewhat bumpy flight home. I had a good time talking to two teachers from Maryland - one of whom traveled with us all the way to the exact same long-term parking lot. He actually teaches in Frederick County, my home town area. 

We stumbled off the shuttle bus and into (shocker) rain. Got in the car and somehow managed to make the hour drive home. We were beyond exhausted. It was fun to meet Tamara's husband and especially Sophie, Roscoe, and Icarus who went NUTS when they saw Tamara! So funny. 

And THAT ends my tale. Soon I will be posted a link to my "private" Louisville photo gallery on Smugmug. Stay tuned.

Louisville - Day 4

I'm actually writing this on Saturday, so let's see how my memory holds up. All I know is that pretty much every day here has dawned (eventually) cloudy and rainy and damp. And while I am grateful for the hamster tubes to stay dry to and from the CC, I am deathly sick of that walk. It's LONG and my legs, feet, and back are aching.

Okay, let's see. I had to appear at an early breakfast (FTE, 7am, ouch) and then rolled it over to the CC. Someone had arranged for some Kentucky-style music to play in the main reg area prior to the general session. It was a good idea, but just NOT my style of music and made me really miss home (and decent music) a lot. 

I made my mad dash for the front row of the General Session just in time to bump into Kendall and Nate Ball. I had seen Nate the day before - in regular clothes - so I barely recognized him in a suit and tie. I mentioned that and he says he "gets that a lot." Kendall asked me to snap Nate's photo near the fake horse (don't ask) and real trumpeter - so I complied. As we were waiting for some other people to move away from the horse, I asked Nate if he feels like a commodity sometimes. He graciously said yes, but that he didn't mind because it's all part of the job. He really is adorable and now I can see why Mo (sorry to blab!) has such a mad crush on him. 

The session was very good - Nate's story about blowing up his mom's kitchen with rocket propellant (complete with diagrams and photos of the resulting mess) was masterful. The "Flat Stanley" lady won Teacher Excellence, so I asked her to hold him up for one of the group photos - and she was nice enough to comply. 

Next came a big conference highlight - Fred receiving his DTE award. I made sure to get a LOT of photos and moved to the center aisle to try to get the best angle. After all my photos, they asked the audience to give a last round of applause. When I shifted my camera to be able to applaud (really loud) the flash popped off, hit the floor, popped open, and my batteries spilled all over the floor. All the people around me DOVE to the floor to try to pick them up (they were nearly dead anyway) and when I looked up, Fred was onstage stage trying SO hard not to lose his composure (he lost a little anyway). Pretty funny.

The next cool thing was seeing Nate demonstrate his rapid ascender in the exhibit hall. It was cool also to see an absolute SEA of faces watching him - and to see that practically every person had a camera - and that it was trained on Nate. I think I got some good pics of that. 

Don't remember much of the afternoon except having to hoof it back to the hotel to grab my laptop prior to my 3pm session and that each walk was making my legs hurt more. The session was fine except that, in my nervousness, I took off like a race horse. Fortunately, Curt Funkhouser, who was seated in front of me and running the slides, turned to me and motioned calmly for me to "slow it down a little." I needed that - thanks Curt! 

At 4, I rushed back to the booth just in time to have to rush over to snap a few pics of the Tool Time presentation. I was shocked at the elaborate set and preparations. Couldn't stay long because I knew my booth volunteers were anxious to start some booth tear down preparation. 

This part of the day was truly hideous. Being so exhausted and having to pack up that entire booth was rough. Step One was to abandon my shoes. I was also trying to keep watch on my cameras and laptop in the jumble of boxes. Oh - and a booth customer managed to leave his credit card (and some food - but that's another story). We were trying to figure out how to get in touch with him - including literally yelling his name (that was Steve) and holding up a sign with his name (that was Ron). I called Susan to see if he was staying in the Marriott (he wasn't) but she gave me the numbers of the other two hotels. In the meantime, Steve called the phone number in the little credit card holder and got the man's house - in Tobago! I got lucky on my first hotel call and the man answered his hotel phone and agreed to return to retrieve his card. Phew. An hour or so later, we finished packing up and literally dragged ourselves back to the hotel. 

We met for dinner at 6:30 - and while most of us probably would have preferred to stick close by - there really wasn't anything close that could accommodate our group of 15! So we agreed to walk down to the Ohio River and Joe's Crab Shack. The walk was REALLY long, but it was worth it to get a look at the river and riverboats. On the walkway, Fred stopped to (according to him) 
"assist some ducks into the water - where they belong." Let's just say he was really enthusiastic in his assistance.

Arrived at Joe's Crab Shack and managed to sit pretty close if not all together. Fred was trying to order something without sausage, since it's a Friday before Lent. Apparently his Lenten commitment involves no meat on Friday, but doesn't say ANYTHING about being kind to poultry. Then there was an incident involving another restaurant patron, a pair of wings, a crown, and a wand - but the less said about that, the better. 

We had been teasing Fred about his DTE and he was joking that he paid $100 for the "privilege" of applying for the award. A bit later, a group at another table ordered a beer for Fred to congratulate him on his DTE. Then the guy sitting next to Fred turned to him and said, "see? That DTE is already paying for itself." That was a great laugh. 

Walked home in the rain and collapsed into bed - too tired to blog until today. Pictures will have to be inserted later. 

Louisville - Day 3

The weather continues to be pretty crappy here in Louisville. It's also hard to adjust to being on the western edge of the Eastern Time Zone - so the sun doesn't come up (well, it theoretically comes up - but with the clouds it's not always easy to tell) until well after 7:30. So the early am walk to the Convention Center is a bit weird when you walk through the "hamster tubes" from the Marriott - you are over crossing over the streets in the dark. 

I got the booth early this morning - anticipating a heavy 

morning of registration, AETL distribution, and, I was hoping, booth sales. It was a pretty busy morning. The AETL distribution alone kept us busy today - it felt like I opened at least 25 boxes just by myself. I had a little chuckle this morning when I walked around the corner past the reg area and realized that Tamara and I were dressed nearly identically today. 

The first general session speaker, Alfie Kohn, was pretty good - a great public speaker who knows how to make people laugh. The most memorable part of the session, though was that it started out at about 70 degrees and ended at about 40 degrees. Brian swears he saw snow at one point. Apparently someone complained that it was too hot and for the rest of the day, I swear it was like a meat locker. Even grown men wearing suits were complaining about the cold. Even the exhibitors complained. Susan kept calling, trying to get them to crank it back up, but it never 

did improve. To warm up, we would go outside in the cold rain. 

CJ will be pleased to hear that Roger Uhl took her directive quite seriously. He gave me a two-second heads-up to prepare my camera before he went in for an actual kiss on Ron Yuill. The photo says it all. Ron made me laugh several times today. One story will have to wait until I am back at the office, but the second one dealt with David McGee trying to find a shirt. He claimed that Shelli told him we had ordered some "special green EbD shirts." I kept telling him that we had no such animal - but he persisted. Finally, Ron just turned to him and said, "what size do you need?" I don't know why  it made me crack up - but we just weren't getting through to David and so Ron sort of just got smart and played along. It turns out that Shelli had told him about our "Mission Green" shirt and he just got confused.

Today I had Steve Moorhead in stitches with the story about a certain teacher in Ohio who faxed me 15 copies of a student's Tylenol permission form instead of a photo release form - for a photo that didn't exist. It made Steve ashamed to be from Ohio. He had some additionally revealing stories about said educator. Will share upon return.

I've met some really cool people here who give me a lot of hope that there is an up and coming generation of really talented educators. There were some new faces at the T&C meeting, too - and I have a renewed hope about reviving that journal this year. 

Went out to dinner with Mo, Tamara, Lari, Brian, Ron, Fred B., and David W. We had to split up into two groups, so I sat with Fred B, Ron, and Lari. I'm not sure how, but somehow we had a "Cheeseburger epidemic" at our table - all four of us ordered cheeseburgers. (And they were good.) 

I am beat and it's late and CJ was SO right - two blogs was probably not my best idea. It's taking me over two hours a night to sort and edit photos, write, and upload everything. See how dedicated I am?

Louisville - Day 2

Despite the dreary, rainy beginning, the day went pretty well today. My alarm woke me up this morning at 7:30 - at which point I realized that my hotel clock was an hour behind! (It still said 6:30).  Made my way to the Convention Center by 9 - the one late day of the week. One of the highlights of my day was when I was unearthing our credit card machine (which Linda and I expertly hit beneath a pile of "ITEACH Green" buttons.) I opened the box and what was sitting on the top of the pile of buttons? My lost glasses! (see photo).

It's a LONG walk from the hotel to the CC - though a little better if you know the "shortcuts." And I don't recommend going via Steve and Linda's route - they swear they saw a dead body at the bottom of one of the escalators. We spent some time doing some last-minute rearranging and then, all too soon, it was time to open. 

No conference would be complete with the requisite "Ron sniffing." This year was

no exception and Lauren Olsen, Joan Haas, and Terri Rust were happy to step in to make sure Ron was properly smelled. Needless to say, Ron's face was completely BEET red.

Time went quickly and soon it was time to send Steve and Linda off to eat lunch. Naturally, as soon as they left, things picked up and Ron and I were plenty busy. Ron wrote up an order for over $55o! When Steve and Linda returned, Ron and I headed off to the Wolfgang Puck Express (REALLY good food) but I

 had to wolf it down to get back

 and head over to the Marriott with Steve be

fore a 1:30 meeting.

The afternoon was fairly uneventful. I got a kick out of meeting "Terps 

guy" and "Frostburg guy." (see pics.) Terps guy had on both a Terps jacket AND a Terps shirt! The piece de resistance was when he pulled out his Baltimore Ravens credit card to pay for his purchase! I told him that he and my husband must have been separated at birth. 

Another highlight of the afternoon was trying to officiate Steve and Linda's (apparently) ongoing disagreement about whether or not Linda had to give up making Christmas cookies with her mother and daughter in order to show up for her wedding with Steve. 

In my rush to get

 back to the hotel in time for the 5:15 New Member Reception, I somehow managed to leave the Resource Booth's petty cash in the cash box - back in the Convention Center. Doi! I didn't realize it until I got back to my room and double checked.

After dinner, Lari, Tamara, Mo, and Brian came up to my room t

o watch American Idol. They got tired of listening to me angsting about the petty cash and finally, at about 9:00, I took Brian up on his offer to walk back over to the CC to look for it. EXCEPT that I insisted on running the entire way. Let me tell you, it's a LONG way - a solid five minutes of running and I thought I would pass out. The fun

niest part is that we just wandered into the CC and not one person challenged us - including the paid guard who was standing OUTSIDE the CC when we walked in. He eventually noticed us, but paid us no attention after Brian WAVED to him. I dug inside my boxes, found the cash box and (thankfully) found my $200 in petty cash. Phew! 

Let's hope I'm a little less scatterbrained tomorrow. 

Louisville Day 1

This is one of those days that feels more like a week. I left home at about 8:30 this morning with my coworkers Lari and Tamara and we headed off for BWI airport. A few patches of rough traffic, two railroad crossings (actually the same one TWICE), and a long, cold wait for a shuttle bus later, we made it to the airport. 

The first thing that made me laugh out loud today (but definitely not the last) was when seated at our gate, Tamara pulls out her reading material for the plane. The photo above says it all: that's right, it's a book about....composting! 

The flight was easy and fast - just the way I like them. We touched down a bit early, about 1:15 and quickly got a cab downtown, arriving at the down

town Marriott. Immediately upon arrival, I had three separate people tell me that Ron Yuill and Mike Fitzgerald were already starting work to set up my Resource Booth, so I felt obligated to haul it over to the  Convention Center asap. I literally threw my luggage into my room and headed over immediately. Sure enough, Ron had already opened every box and done his best to somewhat organize them. We basically reorganized the entire thing, but it was great to have the boxes open and at least in the correct general vicinity. I'd say we started unpacking at about 2 and didn't finish until 5:30. Above is a photo of Ron and Steve, my primary booth volunteers, taking a break in front of the enormous Convention Center sign which is, of course RIGHT in the  MIDDLE of our booth! After 5:30, we realized Tamara still needed help setting up Registration, so we all migrated all of 20 feet to the Reg area (we will be staring across at each other  all week) and set up an assembly line to stuff attendee bags and preregistration envelopes. PLUS moving more boxes - all the programs and other detritus - to  a storage area. My back is aching. We saw a lot of interesting people tooling around the Convention Center (CC) including one guy who happened by carrying a live ferret (SO cute). The ferret's name was Sly, and he was very friendly. Brian insisted on taking this photo of me petting Sly. Maureen was horrified, but I could have taken him (the ferret) home.

At about 6:30 we finally left the Convention Center and tried to make dinner plans on the fly. Never a good idea. Tamara stayed behind with a few helpers to finish up a few last-minute things and agreed to meet up with us. We discovered that the 4th Street Live area was only a block away so we headed over to a place called, I think, Gumbo's, with GREAT New Orleans-style food. Lots of etouffe and gumbo and I had some sort of Bourbon Chicken concoction. We tried to call Tamara, but her phone was turned off, so imagine our surprise to see her come strolling past the window of our restaurant with none other than Fred and David! I literally stood up at our table and yelled to then (fortunately it was not a high-class 

dining establishment.) Purely coincidental that she found us. Great dinner - but we were all really beat. By 8 I was already headed back to the hotel. 

Wrapping up for today because tomorrow is bound to be another long one. Need to go over the Resource Booth and do all my last-minute "tweaking" (read that: completely rearrange) before we open at 11. Below is a photo of my hotel bed (which is calling to me). I took it for Claire and Sydney - to show them that Bucky Beaver is sitting in my bed (and wearing my glasses!) And believe it or not, I've already managed to lose one pair of reading glasses. Sigh.

Louisville: T Minus 1

Somehow March has rolled around and it's once again time for me to hit the road for my annual conference. It's the 11th time I've done it and it never seems to get less stressful. Because the association that I work for hosts the conference, my coworkers and I just somehow feel RESPONSIBLE for the 1000+ attendees. The days are long and the duties are many. My friend Tamara has been saying for days, "you don't become ready, it just becomes your turn."

Don't let that suitcase in the photo fool you - there's nothing in it yet. It seems like I spent all day yesterday preparing things like my camera and my iPhone and doing laundry. I hope to be doing actual packing this afternoon and then spend the evening wondering what I've forgotten. Then I take off tomorrow morning for Louisville. 

The hardest part is definitely having to leave my family. At least now they're all old enough to understand the deal. Even Claire, who is most sensitive to my absences said, "I'll be fine. You'll bring me something, right?" I think I am most bummed about missing Joe's birthday - his 20th on Wednesday - since I've never missed any of my kids' birthdays. We had a great dinner for him last night and he was able to open his gifts, so I think he'll be fine. Plus, he has class on Wednesday evening. 

The other difficulty is that every other person in my family (all five of them) are sick. They have varying degrees of colds, sore throats, and in Tony's case, pink eye! I don't even want to go in the house at this point - since I have no desire to get sick on the trip. 

I will wear several hats for the next few days. The primary job is to set up, manage, and work our "Resource Booth" - basically our "store" of publications and other items that we sell to attendees. Secondarily, I am the official photographer for the conference. So I do a lot of time running to various events, snapping photos, and running back out. Finally, I am giving my own presentation this year - on how to write articles for our journal - on Friday. Those who know me may know that public speaking is not my forte. I am MUCH more comfortable behind a camera or computer. 

So...stay tuned. Should be an interesting week. 

Reading the Signs

I heard birds singing this morning. The day was dawning as I walked outside and I couldn't help but notice several birds chirping and singing. At the moment, that sensory input of the coming of spring and lovely visuals of happy birds flitting about is in stark contrast to all the other input I've taken in lately.

Number one: at work, we are in the worst of preconference mode. Today I got into a near brawl with a coworker because someone's name was spelled wrong on a plaque. The guy's middle name is J - not J. (period). We're now arguing over a period - minutiae! 

Then, there's the news. Yesterday I find out that every glass of wine I have enjoyed over the past few years (and I have REALLY enjoyed them) was actually a carcinogen that I poured into my body. And that I should stop doing that. Now. Before I get cancer of the breast, liver, rectum, and everything between my mouth and stomach. Wonderful. 

There's also the news about the danger to anyone who has ever downloaded any kind of music, movies, etc. Apparently it opens up every file on your computer to anyone who wants it. 

I am just ready to throw my hands up. Thank goodness for the birds. Oh - and for Wii Ski. I LOVE that game and there is nothing like shushing down the (imaginary) slopes after a tough day. 

Sigh... 

Double Standard

As I was making dinner, the pot I was planning to use for the broccoli had a suspiciously loose handle. So much so that a quick repair was in order. I am very much a "do it yourself" kind of girl. I LOVE tackling minor repair projects and hope that my girls will follow my lead. So, I pulled out my tool box and grabbed the girl who was closest at the moment - Claire. I asked her to "figure out" what was wrong with the pot and then how to fix it. It took her a few minutes - and a few hints - but she got it. 

I make it a point to show all three of my girls how to do their own quick repairs, so I congratulated myself for taking advantage of yet another learning opportunity. Then I realized that I really didn't make the same provisions for my one son. Uh oh - I guess I just assumed that boys learn those things through osmosis - or do they? Yikes, it appears that I have created my very own double standards. Three girls who can do repairs and one boy who is on his own. 

Facebook - The Insidious Obsession

Lately, I've found that I haven't had as much time to blog. Why? Because suddenly I got a flood of new "friends" on Facebook and I've been using all my "lazy surfing time" (and there's not much of that) to follow their lives. I've stumbled onto several friends from high school and had a great time catching up on what's been going on with them for the past, oh, 30 years! I've also joined a group for people who were on our first adoption trip to China and really enjoyed seeing some of the posted photos from that first trip.

I have to say, that it's been fun for me. I am a natural extrovert, but I'm not always good with people face-to-face. So this type of venue - electronic friendship is a great compromise for me. I've even (finally) convinced my dear husband to take the plunge and create a profile. 

There was even an article in The Washington Post this morning, an examination of why people get hooked into sites like Facebook. Apparently, we like to draw attention to ourselves. Actually, that's probably fairly accurate.

Minute Maid Memories

Last week I was making dinner and the recipe (Baked Fruity Chicken - delish!) called for one can of Minute Maid orange juice concentrate.

I pulled the can out and sat it in the sink to thaw a bit before using it and suddenly a FLOOD of memories swept over me. I swear that EVERY morning of my early childhood, my dad sat out a can of Minute Maid orange juice concentrate on our counter to thaw before making that morning's batch of orange juice. 

I just have such a strong association of the product with a person. It makes me wonder if my children will associate a particular product with me. If so, there is no doubt in mind (particularly if the topic is "breakfast foods") that the obvious choice will be Mom=Frosted Cheerios. I eat them every morning, shamelessly!

Cultural Pride and Prejudice

Since there's no school on Monday, the little girls and I decided that today would be a good day for them to wear their native Chinese garb in celebration of Chinese New Year. (Gong Hay Fat Choy!)

Here's a photo of them eating breakfast, already dressed in their gorgeous patterned silk dresses. I just wonder...how long will they WANT to dress "Chinese" for Chinese New Year? When does their pride in their birthplace, which is strong now, start to wane after the inevitable assault of peer-pressure and not wanting to appear "different." 

Yesterday, Claire told me that one of her friends said that she had a "Chinese accent." Part of me has to laugh - the child came here at nine months and her first spoken language was English. But another part of me is angry that the other girl seemed to want to make Claire feel "different" - by virtue only of her Asian features. 

What's in store for the girls in the years to come? How do I keep them feeling proud of being China born? I routinely emphasize to them their rich history and how China was civilized long before most other places on earth. Add to that the resilience of its people and all that they have endured during the last century. And yet, I suspect those facts will pale in comparison to wanting to just be like all the other kids - for a while. 

So, I guess my goal is to keep instilling the pride and hope it comes out intact on the other end of their childhood.