WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY AND FRIDAY, AUGUST 1ST, 2ND AND 3RD
The idea for the French road trip came all the way back when Zac originally proposed the destination for his big senior trip. He wanted to see Paris, but he also really wanted to see Nice. I think Nice has caught his imagination ever since the spring musical from his freshman year,
The Boyfriend, which is set in Nice. How to see both Paris and Nice? We will do what we Conlins do best: ROAD TRIP!!! The musical had a song called "It's Nicer in Nice," and they had it right. It sure was nice!
We had been so active the entire trip, doing all the things, seeing all the sights, so I promised the guys that when we got to Nice, it would just be time at the beach. And that is what we did! There were no plans; we just did what the moment told us to. We relaxed on the rocky (ouch!) Nice beach with the French, American and Italian tourists (yes, there were some topless sunbathers), swam in the refreshing Mediterranean, did a little shopping, walked the Promenade des Anglais, and drove into Monte-Carlo, Monaco for our last dinner in Europe. We had lived it up, and it was time to relax and enjoy our last couple of days with one another. It had been 16 years since it was just the three of us, and although Zac doesn't fit in my arms quite like he did back then, it had been fun to be a trio for a short time once again.
Our last day, as we bobbed in the blue Mediterranean, we talked about what our top three things were. As we each shared, we also each said, "Oh! Yeah! That's one of mine, too!" We really couldn't say what we enjoyed most because we had loved each adventure for what it was: sometimes something brand new, sometimes something surprising, sometimes something we had dreamed of seeing, sometimes a unique adventure, sometimes something shockingly beautiful. So much to love for so many reasons!
Thursday midday, we returned the rental car (Adam may have danced a jig, and truly relaxed for the first time in 6 days) and got on the train back north to Charles de Gaulle. It was then that all the travel wackiness hit, all at once at the end. There was a crazy lady on the train who was literally beating herself up. It took us forever to find our hotel at CDG after a very long day of travel, and everyone was hot, tired and grouchy (apparently there are, like, 5 different Ibis hotels by the airport). We had a long delay getting onto our connection at Heathrow--something about a broken part of the airplane that makes it so the AC was out (but it's OK, we'll get the plane down to 90* inside and then still fly you on the broken plane; it will cool down once we get in the air). Then, once we were seated on the (hot, broken) plane, there was a bag that had been loaded on, but the passenger never showed up (scary), so they had to get the bag off, oh--and the plane was still broken so the AC was still off while we sat waiting for the mystery bag to be found. Safety cards were working double duty as impromptu hand fans all over the plane. At last it was time to take off for home. Honestly, with the weirdness at the end, it made us all the more grateful that we had avoided any real snafus the rest of the trip. We arrived home safely to our sweet babes and awesome (but exhausted) Nana and Papa. And we even caught a glimpse of Greenland from the air, which was really cool.
Well, there you have it. We have arrived at the end of our last France post. I'm a little sad because it means I am done reliving it while writing about it. But now I have it all recorded to come back to again and again. It was the first of five amazing adventures with our boys, and it set the bar incredibly high. I am so grateful for all that we were able to do and see on this adventure, but what makes it so treasured is that Adam and I got to do this with Zac. To share this with our precious oldest son was a priceless gift, and the memories and feelings we have from it will stay with us forever. I hope Zac will hold the memories of how it felt to share this with us in his heart as he heads out into the big, wild world to find his way, just as he should, even if it means a piece of my heart is now out there in the big, wild world with him.
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| The name of the condo complex where we stayed in Nice. My grandpa was named Cecil, so we thought it was a good omen! |
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| We did not know the beaches would be rocky! That was a surprise, and not an awesome one. Our feet were bruised by the end of the first day. But we were in Nice, and on the Mediterranean, so it was alllllll good. |
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| The Mediterranean. |
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| How did that car even get in there??? |
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| The yachts of Monaco. |
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| We saw 3 Lamborghinis! |
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| The reflection of the Casino Monte-Carlo in the Sky Mirror. |
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| The Sky Mirror in front of the Casino Monte-Carlo. |
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| We did not see James Bond, but there were a lot of people just standing around outside hoping to catch a glimpse of someone famous! |
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| I'll take one of each! |
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| Last dinner in Europe--a French/Italian hybrid. Zac saw the menu and said, "It's in Fritalian!" |
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| The Porsche version of the General Lee. |
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| We would have had to take out a second mortgage on the house to make the opening bid. |
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| Good night, yachts. |
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| Last morning in Nice. |
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| Goodbye sweet DS3 chariot! You were zippy and tiny and awesome! |
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| Zac and a macaron. |
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| Airport sushi? No. |
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| Homeward bound! |
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| Greenland and icebergs. I wonder how big they actually were. We were pretty high up there! |
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| We missed you, too! (Welcome Home Bars made by Josh). |