Friday, October 7, 2011
My parents just got back from Paris and I can't get enough of their stories. It's always been like that though. They're great storytellers.
In her early twenties, my Mom traveled around Europe as many young people do. When I was very little, I loved hearing these stories: about the Europe on $5 a day book, about her travels in Switzerland, and about a surprise visit by my Dad. At 21, she stayed at the Hotel Henry IV in Paris for 3 weeks, where the rooms cost $2.50 a day!!! (breakfast of a baguette, jam and coffee included, of course).
Anyway, they re-visited the hotel and sent the photo to me. I love that the place still stands, full of memories. But that's what Paris is all about, a timeless history. Here's my Mom in Paris (on their current trip):
I can't get over this photo! It's how I like to picture her there, in Paris, all those years ago. Smiling, happy, and beautiful. I haven't changed either. I still love hearing their stories.