Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Paris, Italy, or the Caribbean?

Dateline...Spring, 2006

It all began with one simple question from my husband.

“Don’t you think we should commemorate our 25th anniversary in a special way? How about a trip somewhere?”

Immediately, I said, “Yes, Paris!”

To which he immediately replied, “No, Italy,”

...and it went on from there. We talked and talked, and it eventually turned into an argument. Who argues about celebrating a long and happy marriage? We do! On and on it went. After much research and “peace talks,” we came to a decision. A Caribbean cruise. It was cheap, easy, and we could catch the boat about 15 minutes from home.

Deep down inside, I was SO disappointed in myself. I had dreamed of seeing the Eiffel Tower since I was a little girl. I knew Scott would take me if I really insisted, but truly, it was my fear that stopped the dream in its tracks. At this point in my life, "fear of the unknown" was my constant companion. I feared the language barrier, the money exchange, the expense, and the not-so-good reputation of the French.

A few months went by, and my oldest daughter and her husband came over to the house. They had an announcement...they were going to have a baby! Shock is not a strong enough word for my reaction. I blindly crossed the room to hug and congratulate them, but my mind was swirling. It's not that I wasn't thrilled, but my life did flash before my eyes. In bed that night, instead of picturing myself welcoming my new precious grandchild into the world all I was thinking was, “You are old. You are going to die soon. If you don’t go to Paris now, you never will.”

Two days later, I went to see "The Devil Wears Prada." I cried all through the last part, which was filmed all over Paris. Crying in a comedy? Who does that?

I had to get a grip on myself!

The next day, is what I call, ‘The Turning Point.’ I dropped my youngest at school, drove to the bookstore, and bought a Paris travel book. I poured over it for hours, and surfed the Internet. With pencil and calculator in hand, I priced the trip out on a sheet of paper. I had the plan, now all I had to do was convince my husband.

How did he react???? Stay tuned...


The World According to Libby said...

Were we separated at birth? Man we sound like we have exact personalities! I am dying to hear the rest of this story!!!!

Bonjour Madame said...

Love how this is all unfolding in a story! I can't wait for the next chapter.

*The Beautiful Life* said...

Teri, I love you, girl.... thanks for finally doing it. See?

We really DO want to hear your "stories".... thanks, girl!


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