Frenchies, food and fun

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

It's nice to have the 5 year old earn her keep and take some pics for us

The old "snow on the tongue" shot

Still not sure how we feel about France. A little burned since our honeymoon in Paris. Grrrr...

Watching the snow fall outside while in the restaurant

Cracking into the creme brulee


We spent the day Sunday driving Julia to see her grandparents. They were staying at a hotel about 40 minutes from Trier. We passed through Luxembourg several times during our drive. Then we dropped her off and explored the area. We drove to France, which was only about 10 minutes away. Stopped at a beautiful park (thank goodness for GPS that works in Europe) which had a playground, a restaurant (kinda weird) and beautiful grounds that we walked around and explored.

We drove around for a while and started getting hungry. Now at home, meaning in your city, this isn't a big deal. But driving in rural France, in the snow (okay, it was light snow, but it adds to the story) and not knowing where things are, or what the heck the signs say and having stressed husband (cuz he has to navigate and listen to me boss him around) and whining kids and me with my blood sugar plummeting. Well, thank goodness we stumbled upon an Italian restaurant. In France. Coming from Germany. Hmmm...

So we went in and sat down and got settled and opened up the menu. Ahhhh, some things I could make it. Okay, that looks like the word for pasta. Oh, and that's got to be pizza. The demanding 5 year old "Mommy, I only want cheese pizza." (and in the back of me head I'm screaming "You will have what I order and you will shut your mouth and you will like it.")

So I apologetically order what I think is a cheese pizza and pasta bolognese. Well, it was, sorta. The pizza was cheese allright. But French cheese. What is this you ask? Brie. A brie pizza. For a 5 year old. Needless to say she politely (yes, after I toldher the old "YOU'REGONNATAKEABITEANDIDON'TWANNAHEARONEMOREWORDABOUTWHATYOULIKEANDWHATYOUDON'LIKE"). And needless to say, she ate the pasta with not another word about the meal. Success...

Tomorrow we leave for Barcelona for 3 nights to celebrate Mark's birthday. I am looking forward to speaking Spanish. At least I know a bit more of this language. A bit more...