Yeah, so, two more weeks.
We are leaving for our honeymoon in Paris and Belgium in two weeks.
Other than a three-day trip to Vancouver with a jerky ex-boyfriend who left me alone to wander Canada all by myself while he played and lost at some board game, I have never left the country.
Pretty sad, right?
So, it goes without saying that I am uber-excited about going on a trip with my husband to Paris, Bruges, Brussells and Lyon and wherever else we decide to go. (Saying “my husband” never gets old, by the way.)
We’ve picked up all kinds of travel books, and we have solicited all kinds of suggestions and advice from friends and family who have been traveled to France and/or Belgium.
David, who took four years of French in high school, is brushing up on his French, while I’m discovering my one year of high school Spanish has pretty much failed me unless I want to karaoke “La Bamba,” which I do not. The only French I know is from that song “Lady Marmalade:” Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir. And yes, while it appropriate to ask my husband if he would like to go to bed with me while on my honeymoon, I think learning some other phrases would be a good idea. David has been teaching me some French such as “thank you,” “please,” “bring me wine,” “I’m Canadian,” “d’oh,” and “it was like that when I got here” – you know, the important stuff.
Besides the culture shock, I’m in for a serious weather shock. It’s cold over there. Really cold. So cold I will have to wear socks. I know, right! Socks!
A few weeks ago I bought a pair of Merrell boots for the trip. They are perfect: Waterproof, insulated, super comfy. I have worn them pretty much every day since I got them.
I also got a nice, long-sleeve black dress that I can gussy up with some bling (i.e. my cheap jewelry) to wear when we go out to fancy dinners.
Yesterday, David and I hit Sports Basement and REI. We got warm hats and gloves. I tried on some down jackets, but every jacket was so puffy and made me look like the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man. I couldn’t bring myself to spend $150-$200 on a jacket that makes me feel like a ginormous fatty. So, I went home and looked online, and got an amazing deal at Macys. I ordered a $180 jacket for $60. Shopping Win! Here it is:
I don’t want to walk around Paris looking like the Michelin Man. I think this jacket was a smart purchase.
Two more weeks! Two more weeks!