We are lucky enough (huge understatement!) to be going to some of the most amazing places in the world and seeing spectacular sights but today (actually, now over a week ago) was a different kind of "great day".
We woke up in The Latin Quarter in Paris on a Monday morning and knew we were taking a train to London at 12:30. We hadn't decided the night before if we were going to take a cab or the metro to the train station. I went down to look for a cab and there weren't any of the large ones around so we decided to take the metro. The kids did great... we have three big duffle bags, another smaller "catch all" bag full of the last minute stuff that inevitably tends to just get thrown in and then we each have our own backpack. Oh yeah, there is also Brock's stroller, his GIANT "baba" (pillow) and the halloween pumpkin basket he got in Nerja that he continues to fill with balls and cars from home and from the various places we go. So, needless to say, we have too much stuff. (But, after the next couple weeks when we go back to 'chasing the sun' we will get rid of a bunch of it.)
Although getting to the train was a little exhausting, it was actually a pleasure to see the family working together. We lugged our stuff across town and up and down stairs to get on crowded trams, made transfers, went through customs and arrived in our seats, with all of our stuff and an extra ten minutes to spare! As you can imagine, a feeling of victory!
This was another example of how it is not the destination but the journey (not to sound cliche) and yet another chance to be reminded just how NICE the French people are. Yep, you read that right. Since the first hour we arrived in France the people were nothing but friendly and helpful and generous. The storekeepers gave the kids gifts, the people in the metro helped us with our bags (yes, we looked THAT pathetic!) and pretty much whenever we pulled out a map the Parisians would stop to give us directions. Several literally walked us to where we were going.