France, Finale

Time to go home. First things first, breakfast at the only open bar. Griffen opted out of the petite dejeuner (croissant, baguette, juice, coffee and jam) and wanted bacon and bread. The waiter steered us to the English Breakfast for him. Griff was none to happy when his bacon showed up with fried eggs sunny side up on top of his bacon and refused to eat anything other than his hot chocolate. Travel with kids...

After breakfast we thought we would head over to the Rue Clare area for a bit of shopping. We didn't have as much time as we thought-Jason took a wrong turn. Noelle did find a few souvenirs and the kids found some 'farting putty' in a dollar store. Next step-getting out of the city, there is still a tine bit of life left in the Treo.

Armed with the map and Treo-we make our way out of Paris. I tried to video tape the event, but the charge as well as space was about gone. We were doing pretty well, we even made it around the Arc de Triumph (a giant round about with no rules) until we hit the tunnels. I had a general idea of where we needed to drive towards and when I saw a sign without a prompt from the Treo, I told Jason to take the exit. One of the many disadvantages of the Treo-no signal in tunnels. I was wrong and we ended up back in Paris and Jason decided he was not going to listen to me anymore and just drive to where he thought he should go. You know-we have a great marriage and argue about few things, but navigating seems to bring out the irrational woman in me and leads us to grumpy silence most times. After a slight delay we did make it out of the city and onto the motorway.

We didn't have as much time as we would've liked for shopping at the boarder. We decided to split up and meet at the car in 30 minutes. Noelle went in search of presents and lunch, Jason went on a wine mission and I fed the kids at McDonalds. Only in France do you have real art on the walls and beer on the menu at McD's. We all made it back to the car and went to check in for the train crossing-with a few minutes to spare me to run out and grab 2 sandwiches for Jason & I at the last stop before getting in line. Turns out we rushed for nothing-we sat in line waiting for the train for a good 45 minutes.