Go on, have a lovely drink, have a lovely ciggie. It is cold up there!
Block Party 2012
11 years ago
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Why is Patsy in Norway?
I am watching a BBC special where Joanna Lumley (aka Patsy Stone) goes to Norway to see the Northern Lights. Why? Britain is seriously starving for people to put on TV. I am moving there and becoming a famous TV presenter. She did just say though, "If there is one word associated with Norway, it is FJORD." I couldn't agree more, Pats.
Go on, have a lovely drink, have a lovely ciggie. It is cold up there!
Go on, have a lovely drink, have a lovely ciggie. It is cold up there!
Mom and Dad in Paris!
For someone who tends to expect the unexpected, I can safely say I never expected for my parents to go on a trip to Europe ... much less to be there to meet them when they got there. But that is exactly what happened on Saturday. After they spent four days in London, I hopped the Thalys (only and hour and 20 minutes from Brussels!) and met them in Paris!!!!
I wish I had pictures ... looks like I am going to have to buy a new camera ... but those will come later once my mom sends me her photos. I arrived at my parent's hotel (about a 10 minute walk to the Eiffel Tower) around 2 and expected them to be waiting. But alas, no sign of the Golgas. So I sat down at the bar and enjoyed a glass of champagne while I waited. I can't tell you how excited I was when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad walk across the hotel lobby. The bartender thought I was crazy when I shrieked and ran out of the bar, all of my stuff still sitting there. It was excellent to see them. Surreal, but excellent. It was too late for lunch so we headed off for a river boat tour of the Seine. The tour was relaxing and the weather was beautiful so we enjoyed it immensely. And after relaxing at the hotel a bit, we had dinner at my favorite restaurant in Paris (thank your Mr. Rosenberg), Le Petit Marche. When I ate there a few weeks ago with Jim and Sheelah, I knew I would have to take my parents there. My mom loves nothing more than a great creme brullee, and I swore it was the best I've ever had. My mom agreed. We had an amazing dinner. The food was splendid; the staff was super friendly and welcoming; and it was great to spend time with my mom and dad in Paris.
My curse of no sleep in Paris marches on though ... last time I was allergic to the bedsheets, this time I was allergic to my mom and dad's snoring. It was a struggle to get out of bed this morning but while mom and dad were out on their bus tour, I walked down the Seine to the Musee d'Orsay, home to the great Impressionist and Post-Impressionist painters and sculptures. I always find it odd when tourists take pictures of themselves in front of famous painters but alas, it was very enjoyable. I had a quick lunch with mom and dad before they headed off for a tour of Versailles and then I walked and did a bit of shopping (Brussels does not have a Sephora ... I've got to visit them when I have a chance). One Croque Madame and a beer later, I got on the train and am now back in Brussels. Mom and dad have another day in Paris and then are off to Amsterdam before they come to Brussels next weekend. I've already got lots of stuff planned so I hope it is as fun as I imagine!
I wish I had pictures ... looks like I am going to have to buy a new camera ... but those will come later once my mom sends me her photos. I arrived at my parent's hotel (about a 10 minute walk to the Eiffel Tower) around 2 and expected them to be waiting. But alas, no sign of the Golgas. So I sat down at the bar and enjoyed a glass of champagne while I waited. I can't tell you how excited I was when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad walk across the hotel lobby. The bartender thought I was crazy when I shrieked and ran out of the bar, all of my stuff still sitting there. It was excellent to see them. Surreal, but excellent. It was too late for lunch so we headed off for a river boat tour of the Seine. The tour was relaxing and the weather was beautiful so we enjoyed it immensely. And after relaxing at the hotel a bit, we had dinner at my favorite restaurant in Paris (thank your Mr. Rosenberg), Le Petit Marche. When I ate there a few weeks ago with Jim and Sheelah, I knew I would have to take my parents there. My mom loves nothing more than a great creme brullee, and I swore it was the best I've ever had. My mom agreed. We had an amazing dinner. The food was splendid; the staff was super friendly and welcoming; and it was great to spend time with my mom and dad in Paris.
My curse of no sleep in Paris marches on though ... last time I was allergic to the bedsheets, this time I was allergic to my mom and dad's snoring. It was a struggle to get out of bed this morning but while mom and dad were out on their bus tour, I walked down the Seine to the Musee d'Orsay, home to the great Impressionist and Post-Impressionist painters and sculptures. I always find it odd when tourists take pictures of themselves in front of famous painters but alas, it was very enjoyable. I had a quick lunch with mom and dad before they headed off for a tour of Versailles and then I walked and did a bit of shopping (Brussels does not have a Sephora ... I've got to visit them when I have a chance). One Croque Madame and a beer later, I got on the train and am now back in Brussels. Mom and dad have another day in Paris and then are off to Amsterdam before they come to Brussels next weekend. I've already got lots of stuff planned so I hope it is as fun as I imagine!
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