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...I'll have Paris come to New York!

Yesterday I picked up Aurélien, my little French macaron at JFK for three weeks of family, fun, sun, and vacation...with my grandparents. Oh yes, it's happening. We all know that my family is a crazy bunch, but on vacation, it's no holds barred. Flashbacks of last year's trip to the Bahamas are starting to resurface. My favorite was when a church volunteer came to the door of our rented condo looking for donations. Nevermind the fact that my grandmother was openly miffed that they would dare knock on the door at 6pm, a time when "everyone" is sitting down for dinner, but my grandfather refused to write a check. The volunteer instead got a 45 minute lecture about community before he was sent off with enough Italian grub - some items unidentifiable - to feed Tony Soprano for a year. The volunteer made no efforts in hiding his disappointment, or rather irritation of our offerings which to me, only discredited his role at "the church". "What do they need cash for?" my grandfather asked no one in particular as he shuffled back to the table, "Soppresata from Da Vinci's Trattoria, that's as good as gold!" In our family, food is currency. That is just a slice of what Séb has ahead of him next week. 

This is his opportunity to back out.

As usual, picking him up from the airport was an adventure. Since I didn't have access to a car and the weather didn't even seem safe enough to drive, I took the convenient air train to get him. I arrived 45 minutes early, and instead of standing in the terminal longer than necessary, I sat at the "café" located inside the air train station to kill time with an iced tea. I would have had a glass of wine at the adjacent bar but thought better of sitting at at a bar with seven other drunk men who were sloppy and speaking over each other. Nothing brings out your inner snob than being sober and listening to useless drunk jabber. Seriously, what is it about having a few drinks that completely disables our ability to listen? We all do it.

Thanks to this bar, tourists getting off their long flights were welcomed to New York with a sing along of "Don't Speak". Of all songs...Not only were drunk grown men trying to make their voices sound baby sweet like Gwen Stefani's, but the Latina bartender was chanting shots during each beat of the song. For example: "You and me - SHOTS! - We used to be together - SHOTS! - Everyday forever - SHOTS! - I really feel - SHOTS! - like I'm losin' my best friend - SHOTS!" And so on...

The look on these traveler's faces only confirmed my suspicion that the rest of the world really do think that New Yorkers are out of their damn minds. While I'm sure they appreciated the kick off to their vacations, who weren't exactly on board with the glee was the disgruntled flight crew who were undoubtedly taking the railroad back to Flight Attendant mecca; also known as Kew Gardens. Comments like "I didn't even want this turn but I needed the hours.", "Our number 2 on our trip was useless!", and "I left a note in my trip trader's mailbox to drop my Caracas trips this month but..." could be heard from passing airline personnel scurrying home.

After waiting two hours in the terminal, as six international flights came in at the same time, I finally ran into the arms of a disoriented Séb who had been traveling for 15 hours and was armed with European delights (Read: WINE!). I'm looking forward to the next few weeks of adventures that we'll be sharing together, and as usual, I'll keep you all posted!

I hope everyone is enjoying these dog days of summer!

16 comments:

  1. A meal with your grandparents sounds like a barrel of laughs actually lol. Then again I think anyone coming to dinner with my family would need to be pre-trained. I'm honestly surprised that we didn't scare my brother's girlfriend away! She came for dinner for one of the birthdays and I'm surprise she stayed after that lol.

    Then again just wait til she comes for Boxing Day tea at Grandma and Grandad's if a post tea paper fight (using the rubbish from the crackers as paper snowballs) doesn't break out then we must all be ill!

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    1. It normally is a lot of fun with them. What's awesome about them is that they are up on current pop culture and have very strong opinions about what's going on in music and film these days. For example, they think Nikki Minaj, or as my grandfather calls her; Nikki Gaga, is a terrible performer. These are random things that come up at dinner.

      I love that you guys have Boxing Day! I always read about it in my UK-based novels and am jealous that our celebration doesn't continue the next day. A Post tea paper fight sounds amazeballs!

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  2. SO glad Seb is here with you! And hahah I laughed when I read "Kew Gardens" I forgot about that place! Hope you two have a fab time. x

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    1. LOL! I can understand how you'd forget about Kew Gardens, especially in Paris! When I'm walking down the tiny streets of the Marais, my thoughts seldom drift to what's happening in Woodside Queens...another forgettable place.

      Thanks!! Enjoy your vacation too!

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  3. That's so nice that Seb is here to spend three weeks with you! I hope you have a great time. I really want my boy to come along with me the next time I'm home. It would be so much fun to show him around and introduce him to the American way of life!

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    1. As much as I love French culture and learning and absorbing everything over there, I'm getting such pleasure out of introducing him to what we do here. I'm going to take him to my high school this week. He wants to see American lockers like in Saved by the Bell!

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    2. Aww! That is so cute! I so want to be able to do that! Hopefully, sometime within the next year! For now, I'm trying to come up with all the American goodies I need to take back to share.

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  4. Oh punaise, you always make me laugh Ella! Brilliant. And am super happy for you...although I am a tiny bit frightened for Seb...

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    1. Haha thanks Heather!

      So far Seb is hanging in there, but it's only Phase 1. We'll see what happens on the actual vacation. Ahhhh!

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  5. Fun, fun, fun! I know that feeling all too well, re: waiting for your special someone to walk through the gates. I always make a scene at JFK, it's just so awesome. :-)

    Enjoy your last few weeks in NYC before heading back home to Paris.

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    1. That and seeing your server bring your food to the table are the two best feelings ever. So simple yet so satisfying!

      Thank you and enjoy this last full month of summer! Boo. It's going by so fast!

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  6. I'm so happy that your "little French macaron" arrived safe and sound in NYC. With all of the stores closed and everyone leaving for the month of August, Paris feels so empty.

    Best wishes for a wonderful vacation with your extended family. I look froward to joining in the fun via your posts.

    Not sure if I ever mentioned it but I have a nickname for Stephane - he's my "little Swiss cheese". For some reason it doesn't sound as romantic! ; ) (Just kidding)

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    1. Yes, I'm glad he's here too! He's happy as a clam...okay, well that's not exactly true. He got stuck watching 3 episodes of Bridezilla and I think he's scared of American weddings!

      Swiss cheese is so cute!! And romantic! Awww MK. : )

      Thanks for the well wishes!

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  7. really fun!
    Enjoy your vacation then... have a great time.
    italians families are always a crazy bunch, I know it for sure..;-))

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    1. Thank you! They will be very entertaining...for sure!

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  8. I love introducing my (now-)husband to American culture. He's been tailgating, to a Halloween party, camping, etc.! I also love the whole waiting for him feeling. When he finally does come through those doors, it's awesome!

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