The Beginning

Okay. So this won't be that visually interesting, I know. But since this is also a family journal sort of thing, these pictures have to be.

I wasn't prepared for how hard it was for me to say good-bye to my children. tears. Hidden behind my sunglasses. Tears all the way to the ticket counter.

Even though this is an exciting thing to do, I had tears. The pull of opposing emotions.

But once we were doing what we set forth to do? Well, yee-haw! Let's have fun!

The plane ride, while long, wasn't too bad. There was a party feel in the group. There were also a few groups going to France and Italy and going to have fun. So it wasn't too bad.

We had pretty good seats, for steerage. It just wasn't as bad as I thought it might be.

And this thing? I could have watched this the whole way but they kept putting on movies and tv shows.

It was just so cool to see where we were going. I was that close to Iceland! Hey, Abbie, Iceland! (We were just reading about that in Hisotry). And look: IRELAND! I flew over Ireland. That had meaning to me.

My first view of France. Not a good one, but hey...

And...my first French Kiss!

Sorry. Lame joke, I know.

There you go and off we go. We're exploring Marseille and Provence today.

PS: Doug is doing really well speaking French. Everyone does around here.