Good ol' times

Lisa, my bf from University of Evansville came to visit us this weekend. We hadn't seen each other for over 5 years (since last I went to visit her in Ireland) and we ended up having an unforgettable weekend. I don't suppose it hurt that the weather suddenly imporved and we had one of the sunniest weekends we've had all summer but I'm sure what made it so great was that we had so much fun.

Since Lisa is not a conventional gal, we of course, did not have a conventional weekend. No visits to the Louvre or the Eiffel Tower, instead a great afternoon strolling around in the Père Lachaise cementery visiting the tombs of Oscar Wilde, Proust and Jim Morrison... No travelling by the french underground metro but instead renting bikes and peddeling all across town while getting a lovely tan and much needed fresh air.... No chic boutique shopping, but instead hitting the small vintage shops that sell more trash than not but where one can find an ocasional treasure or two.... No french grastronomical tasting, instead great conversations at André & mine's regular Italian or Sushi joints... (although we did have a lovely wine and cheese tasting at home one evening that ended in me finally understanding the difference between a Bordeaux and a Bourgogne)... No fancy dinner on a boat strolling along the Seine with the moon shining above us as a perfect end to a perfect weekend, but instead a fun and fulfilling dinner at our favorite mom and pop restaurant: Chez Papa (for those who came to our wedding, remember that place?).









In all we had an amazing time and Lisa and I got to catch up on the past 5-7 years... we realized we'd both changed in so many ways in the eyes of the other but for the time of a weekend it seemed that we were still up at UE giggling away like two teenage school girls.







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