Tuesday, July 18, 2017

An Easy Day

Pages From Jan's Travel Journal: Monday, June 5 2017

I slept well and woke at 7 AM. Janey was still slumbering. I knew she had been unable to sleep on the plane, so I left her snuggled beneath the blankets and went into the other room to make coffee. I opened the windows to a beautiful, sunny morning and sipped my coffee as I gazed out at the courtyard. There were a surprising number of birds around, thanks to the many secluded courtyards, parks, and other green spaces. They were singing cheerfully and I enjoyed their sweet twitters and chirps as I relaxed. Azur was soon sitting on the window ledge, alert to all the activity outside.

Azur greets the morning.
Desmond soon awoke, and before long we were headed over to the bakery on the square. Within minutes, we were munching on tasty lemon tarts. We lounged around, discussing Craig's ordeal and his urgent quest for an expedited passport renewal. It was a helpless feeling, knowing there was nothing we could do to speed up the process. We missed him terribly.

I finally woke Janey at 10:00. We had decided on an easy day and at 11:30 we took the tram to Parc Floral. Janey had seen many photos of the beautiful botanical garden and she was happy to view it first-hand. We wandered aimlessly, serenaded by birdsong while admiring the lovely floral displays. We also stopped in to see the butterfly house and then continued our stroll through the gardens. After a while, Janey began to have an allergic reaction to something there. Her eyes were beginning to itch and swell, so we cut our visit short.

A pretty resident of the butterfly house.
We stopped at Auchan to purchase food for the evening meal.My granddaughter enjoyed wandering around the huge grocery store and she picked out some snack cakes and cereal for herself. That evening, Desmond made an incredible meal of orange duck, pureed sweet potatoes, and sauteed cherry tomatoes. The tasty orange sauce was a perfect topping for the creamy sweet potatoes. Our day ended with a nostalgic movie. 

A wonderful meal!

TRAVEL TIP: Always be aware of the expiration date on your passport. Go check it. Now. 

Friday, July 14, 2017

Some Rules Never Bend

Pages From Jan's Travel Journal: Saturday/Sunday, June 3 & 4 2017

Imagine the excitement of the three of us - me, Craig, and our granddaughter Janey as we arrived at our local airport for our big adventure. We were all looking forward to 3 1/2 weeks in France with Desmond! And now imagine the shock of being told that you will not be allowed to board the plane because your passport is due to expire THREE MONTHS FROM NOW! Craig was turned away as Janey and I stood there in horror, all of our plans crashing down around us. We were so stunned that we were unable to react. We said goodbye to Craig, who promised to follow us as soon as he was able, and as we were going through security the reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I was practically sobbing as I made my way through the line. Janey tried to comfort me as best she could. I squared my shoulders and decided that this unfortunate plot twist would not ruin our vacation.

Janey turned out to be an excellent traveler. She was adept at reading airport signs and following directions and she helped tremendously. Our flights were back to back with no layover: Wichita to Houston, Houston to Chicago, Chicago to Paris. We were delayed at the gate in Chicago and had just five minutes to make it across the terminal for our connecting flight. That plane was completely full, and we were seated in the middle at the back. There was a lot of turbulence, but Janey took it all in stride and remained completely unruffled.

We were very happy to meet up in Paris with Desmond after we made it through the long line at border control and retrieved our luggage. Des had thoughtfully brought along coffee, pastries, and sandwiches for our bus ride, as there were no trains running between Paris and Orleans that day, due to maintenance. 

At last, we reached Desmond's apartment and were able to put our luggage away and have a bite of lunch. We greeted Azur, gave him some treats from America, and then walked to the old part of town to show Janey around a little. She was in awe of the beautiful architecture and happy to see for herself the lovely town where Des lives. It felt good to get out and walk for a while after the long travel day we had endured.

Welcome to Orleans!

Janey on the bridge. 
We decided to have a barbecue since it was such a lovely evening.  Janey helped with setting the table and even tried to clear a path in the overgrown courtyard. Just as the sausages, turkey, and potato puffs were almost done, Chris and his parents arrived to say hello. We insisted that they join us for dinner. Des quickly prepared more food. We had a fun meal together outside in the cool evening air. I was happy to meet Chris' parents, Marilyn and Rodney. They had to leave just before dark because they were biking. Des, Janey, and I cleared the table and carried stuff upstairs. Later, we ate incredible desserts. They were decadent little cheesecakes with a chocolate crust and topped with ganache. By then, we were exhausted, so we unpacked and went to bed.

Monday, May 15, 2017


May 15, 2017

In less than three weeks, we will be on our way to France! It feels as if this trip has been a long time coming. Certain events have occurred in the past several weeks which have kept Craig and I very busy.

About six weeks ago, Craig's mother, Marjorie, broke her foot. And around that same time, my own mother, Ruby, fell and had to be hospitalized. Craig and I have been assisting Marjorie with errands, household chores, and doctor appointments. Meanwhile, a difficult and painful decision had to be made regarding Ruby. Even though one of my sisters had been living with and caring for mom, her needs accelerated beyond what Susan, or any of us, could provide.

Alzheimers is a tragic and devastating disease. My family was fortunate to find a good memory care facility staffed with sweet, caring nurses. Moving mom was terribly traumatizing to her, but thankfully, within just a few days Ruby began to adjust. It has been almost a month now, and mom is happy and well cared for. We are all able to sleep a bit better at night knowing that this sweet lady is in good hands.

Ruby in the garden.
Craig and I go up to visit several times a week. There is a lovely courtyard which Ruby enjoys spending time in. She sits beneath a shady gazebo, sipping coffee, while we tend to and plant flowers in the gardens there. Gardening was always a passion of hers, and she loves to look at the flowers.

The gazebo in the courtyard.

A view of one of the flowerbeds we are tending.
Mom loves birds, also, and we have hung a feeder outside her window. She laughs at the antics of the birds that fly in for a bite to eat. The cheerful house finches are a favorite.
We will have peace of mind while visiting France, knowing that Ruby is being well taken care of and that any emergencies which may arise will be deftly handled by her caregivers.

I created these memory pages for Mom's door.
This year, we will only be in Orléans for three weeks. Our twelve-year-old granddaughter is going to accompany us, and three weeks is about as long as her mother could bear to be apart from Janey. This trip is the fulfillment of a promise made by Janey's mom several years ago.

Janey is thrilled and a little bit nervous about such a long journey. She's looking forward to the sights, sounds, and tastes of France. And of course, she can hardly wait to spend time with Desmond!

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Never Lose Hope

I strive to keep my blog posts light and fun, sharing experiences of budget-friendly jaunts to France and beyond, throwing in some travel tips and recipes along the way. I hope I can make you smile or perhaps inspire you to broaden your horizons by trying a new dish or planning a vacation you had previously never thought possible. There are times, however, when I can not be silent or gloss over the realities of life. 

We are living in uncertain times. America is moving in a new, and sometimes frightening direction that has caused me some sleepless nights and anguish. I find myself wanting to apologize to the world for what is occurring in this country because what happens here has a ripple effect upon the entire world. America is a democracy which was built by immigrants, a country that welcomes people of differing faiths, skin colors, and abilities. We have been known as a generous nation whose people help others in need, whether that need is due to a natural disaster, persecution, famine. 

Honoring the flag in our small town on July 4
I'm doing what I can to support kindness and decency. I am, along with millions of others worldwide, making my voice heard. Never in all of my 65 years had I taken part in a demonstration, but that has changed in recent weeks. To stand by and do nothing while our brothers and sisters in America and around the world are being denied basic human rights is no longer an option for me. In my family, I have always been known as the peacemaker. I not only avoided confrontation, but I also attempted (and still attempt) to restore peace and balance.

I am doing my small part. Many of these acts are things I have been doing for years. I am kind. I volunteer. I donate to the ACLU, Human Rights Campaign, Planned Parenthood, and other causes which support my sisters and brothers in America and around the world. I call and write to my legislators. I boycott companies which promote bigotry and hate. I read and learn. I hope and pray. And always, always, I vote.

And when all of that wears on me, when I am downhearted and just plain tired, I take a break. I watch a mindless movie or lose myself in book. I go for a long walk in nature. I listen to music. I laugh with friends and family. I hold them close. I dream about and plan my next vacation. And then, I stand up, square my shoulders, and go on. We will go on. Love and peace to all of you.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Going Forward

Going Forward

We're almost two weeks into 2017, a year that will bring many changes. Though there may be bumps in the road ahead, we will carry on in friendship and in love for our fellow travelers on this planet. I have a couple of announcements to make regarding some of those changes. 

First, and most importantly, I would like to let you know that Darcy will now be referred to as Desmond. He recently came out to Craig and me as transgender and we support him 100%. Our child is the same wonderful person as always and we love him to pieces. If you're a bit blown away by this, you are not alone. Desmond was initially rather nervous about the way family, friends, and coworkers would react, but I'm happy to say that the response has been wonderfully supportive and loving. 

Desmond and Bella, Christmas 2016

A proud mom!

Second, Craig is going to retire in March! We're thrilled about it and we both look forward to more time together. It's another new chapter in our lives, and one that we plan to fill with adventures. We are going to make a few more changes to the house and yard and we are, of course, planning to travel more. 

We haven't yet made concrete plans regarding our next visit to France. It may have to be during the summer. (Can you just hear me complaining about the heat?) I want to spend as much time there as possible, but there are family responsibilities that may require our attention here. We'll make the best of it and do all that we can to live our dream! 

I wish you joy in the coming year, and may all your dreams come true!

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Never Ready

Pages From Jan's Travel Journal: Sunday, May 29 2016

After a restless night, it was difficult to arise at 5:30 AM, knowing what a long travel day we had ahead of us. We dressed sleepily and stowed our pajamas and toiletries away and were soon heading down the stairs to the lobby. We were too early even for coffee. We bid the usual tearful farewell to Darcy and Mathieu, who were remaining at the hotel for a while longer. They had just come down to see us off. 

Au revoir for now!

Traffic was light, so we made good time to the airport. The lines were shorter than usual and it wasn't long before we were upstairs near our gate. We gravitated toward the coffee shop, which was just opening. I was more than ready for my first morning coffee! I chose a pain au chocolate to accompany it and joined Craig at a little table next to the window. After breakfast, I browsed in the duty-free shops and picked up some last-minute souvenirs.

As boarding time neared, I thought I heard my name on the loudspeakers. There was already a crowd forming at the gate and with some difficulty, I managed to squeeze through to inquire if I had been paged. I was told that no, I had not been. I returned to my seat, but after a short time, we decided to join the queue at the gate. Once again, I thought I heard my name! I wove my way through the crowd to the gate attendant, who immediately ushered me forward upon hearing my name. I told her that I was traveling with my husband, so he was allowed through the barrier with me. Imagine my dismay when I discovered that the reason I had been paged was because I had been selected for one of the random bag searches and additional pat-down! My carry-on and purse were both stuffed with the items I had purchased in the duty-free shops. I actually felt sorry for the TSA agent who was gingerly but thoroughly examining every item. Craig just stood by, looking amused.

Finally, we were able to find our seats and settle in for the long flight. I immersed myself in a book to pass the time, as I can never sleep on the daytime crossings. Craig and I also played a few games of Scrabble on his laptop. My seatmate was a very sweet young French woman. We chatted off and on during the flight. 

Wanna race?
When we arrived in Chicago, the airport seemed more crowded than usual. It took some time to retrieve our luggage and trundle it through to Customs. That part wasn't bad when compared to the lengthy wait we faced at border control! I have never seen such a crowd. The room was teeming with people and the temperature in there was stifling. The lines crept forward at a snail's pace. When we finally broke free of the lines and were in the terminal, we bumped into our French friend, who was now accompanied by a German woman. They both seemed lost and confused, so we offered to show them to their gate. We enjoyed visiting with them as we walked, and we would have liked to join them for lunch, but we had to catch the tram for another terminal. 

The last leg of our journey was uneventful. I suppose I was glad to finally return home, but really, my heart was still in France. I'm already looking forward to our next visit.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Paris in the Rain

Pages From Jan's Travel Journal: Saturday, May 28 2016

It was our last morning in Orléans for a while. Our suitcases were open on the floor, waiting for those last-minute items to be tucked inside. We made one last walk to our favorite bakery, where I purchased a tasty chocolate-filled beignet and said goodbye to the sweet ladies at the counter. It was warm and cozy inside as we watched the raindrops roll down the window.

After breakfast, we finished the last few details of the new cabinets for Darcy's kitchen. When everything was in place, we patted ourselves on the back as we admired the finished pieces. With the countertop secured, the kitchen looked complete. It provided much more prep space and lots of storage.

Before long, the four of us were headed for the train station. We took the tram to Les Aubrais, where we caught the 11:00 train for Paris. We found seats together and sat back for the hour-long journey to Paris. It was raining lightly when we arrived, but that failed to dampen our spirits. Paris is lovely no matter the weather. Our taxi deposited us at the Hotel de l'Avre, a very charming and delightful place. We knew it would be too early for us to check in, but we were allowed to stow our bags until we returned at 3:00.

The Hotel de l'Avre in Paris, France
We began to explore. The hotel was a short distance from the Eiffel Tower, so we walked in that direction. The streets were bustling in spite of the rain. We found a cute little crêperie called Framboise, where we enjoyed a delicious lunch at a table near the window. The gallettes were wonderful. We finished with dessert crepes that were a perfect ending to the meal.

Lunch at Framboise in Paris, France

A refreshing crepe citron
We set out again toward the Eiffel Tower and soon arrived to find many huge tour buses parked along the side streets. Several areas were blocked off because of a marathon that had just taken place. The Champ de Mars was teeming with runners, locals, and tourists. All of us were sidestepping the puddles as we gaped at our surroundings. The rain had let up and there were vendors walking around offering selfie sticks for sale. They seemed to be a hot item. We saw many people using them to set up the perfect shot with the Eiffel Tower in the background. 

When we returned to the hotel, we were charmed by the lovely rooms that had been assigned to us. They were very cozy and were decorated with what looked like antiques. Many of the pieces were old clocks. The roomy bathrooms featured large bathtubs, which are a treat to find in a French hotel. The windows overlooked a sweet little graveled courtyard. Had the weather been nicer, I'm certain we would have enjoyed sitting in the garden, savoring a hot beverage. Instead, we found a neighborhood bar and warmed up over mugs of Irish coffee.

Just part of the lobby at Hotel de l'Avre, Paris

Our charming room at Hotel de l'Avre, Paris

Hotel de l'Avre had a sweet little courtyard.
For dinner that evening, Darcy had found an Italian restaurant called Chez Thomas, just a short walk from the hotel. The waitress was very sweet and animated; she actually kidded around with us a bit. My appetizer of bruschetta was fresh and delicious. Craig's antipasto was served on a bed of lettuce, which he left on the plate. The waitress good-naturedly chided him for not finishing his vegetables. His main course was also accompanied by a lot of greens, and when he had finished his meal, he quickly swapped plates with Mathieu so that the server wouldn't notice he had not eaten his vegetables! She was onto his tricks and was soon standing beside him, hand on hip, tapping her foot and waggling her finger at him. We all burst out laughing as he was busted! 

Delicious bruschetta at Chez Thomas, Paris
I devoured my plateful of chicken and mushrooms in cream sauce, served over pasta. It wasn't exactly an Alfredo dish, but was lighter and very flavorful. Dessert was crème brûlée for me, panna cotta for Craig and Darcy, and tiramisu for Mathieu. It was such a fun evening that it was hard to feel sad that our wonderful vacation was ending. We walked back through the rain to our hotel, where I later had a nice, long soak in that huge tub.  

A rainy day in Paris is still better than a sunny day anywhere else.