I am excited.
After much searching/trawling/scrutinizing of the internet, I have not only found, but also booked a mini-break for Lori and I.
Joni and I went to Paris. City of culture, in 2009. We marched through the metropolis. Filled ourselves with French food. And said “Hello” to a mouse in a ‘good’ restaurant.
We braved the Eiffel tower in a thunder storm. Were followed by an indecently, ‘playful’ man through le métro tunnels. Walked past le Louvre and waved. Deciding le Louvre is just too much for a three day trip. So we headed to le Petit Palais instead. And of course, being girls we were magnetically drawn to l’avenue des Champs-Élysées. Being not such conventional girls, we spent most of our time there in car shops. And eating. And taking pictures of random things like motorbikes.
Our bonding trip truly worked. It brought us together. Mother and daughter. Through pubescent angst. And we have stayed together ever since.
Joni needed culture.
Lori needs to relax.
So our trip is to a spa.
I think, actually, I am more excited than she is!
Two nights away in a forest get-a-way. Being pampered. Eating cake. Relaxing in and by the pool.
And most importantly for Lori: attention for 48 whole hours from one parent, with no interruption via other siblings.