Honeymoons are but just once in our lives and everyone picks to go somewhere different, according to their personalities, the weather or their budget. Some pick an exotic beach, some go to theme parks, others would like to visit old villages, while the rest of them prefer golden cities like Prague.
Well, we kind of went with all of it in a single country: La France. I would travel across this beautiful country for 23 glorious days with my drop-dead gorgeous husband. Oh, yeah.
But before we got there, we started out a two-day journey through London, before we headed on to Paris. Naturally, we only did two things there: Wicked and Les Misérables. Both made me cry of sadness and full content. Now, I can officially say I've seen six musicals in my life. (And by six, I mean I only count them if they're either Broadway or West End).
Oh! Quite magically as well, apart from going to the London Eye, Big Ben and an aquarium (all this underneath the cruel, cold London rain), we found ourselves walking unintentionally in front of a Jamie Olliver's Diner! Had to stop everything and have the loveliest english meal there. (Note: After buying Jamie's entire encyclopedia, I actually cooked back home the same meatball pasta I had in London. It was superb!). And yes, the rest of the food we ate there was pure crap. Also, London hotels have shitty two-inch showers. Hated that.
Then, off to Paris! Got upgraded to a deluxe bedroom with a view of the Eiffel Tower (or at least the tip of it), because they got our reservation wrong. (Must remember to go back to Hotel Gavarni and stupid concierge with the amazing upgrades). We covered the entire area, not in a touristy way, but in a let's-find-the-métro-and-see-where-it-takes-us kind of way.
Ate at all kinds of french food at all kinds of cafés, visited museums we didn't even know existed, had a soireé in Dans Le Noir (pitch black restaurant with surprise menu and blind waiters), visited the Opera House, rented bikes and wheeled around the Champs Elysées, had picnics, went to Shakespeare & Co. Bookstore and bought a whole lot of pretty books to take home, went to Notre Dame Cathedral about a thousand times, went to the Louvre and had crêpes everywhere! (the best ones are from Café Orsay, behind the museum with the same name).
I even fulfilled my self-promise to get a Parisian haircut everytime I visit the city. Yay!
We also set out to find and actually found the cute little cafe Les Deux Moulins from one of my favorite films (Amélie) and had huge hearty breakfast there. I obviously took a photo with my Frida Canon (that's what I call my camera), of every meal we had in the entire trip. We basically ate the entire city and we're proud of it.
After that, it gets even better. We rented a pétit Hot Wheels car and drove all the way to La Dordogne, which if anyone knows anything about it, Périgord Noir is the way to go. We lived and died there. We stayed at this beautiful little village called St. Cyprien, surrounded by more beautiful villages, countrysides, castles, rivers, wine-tasting vineyards and sunflower fields.
We even canoed our way through a beautiful french river! Well, he rowed his ass off and I... documented and smiled.
Fell in love with a little restaurant/wine shop called "La Pétite Tonelle", where we had the best foie gras, fish soup, duck confit and goose salad any mexican could ever imagine. Also, wine tasting around a village made us find, taste and take back home a bottle of the best, local, sweet, white wine we ever had: Monbazillac. We were quite tempted on buying a million-euro hobbit house in a hilltop, but bought a few art posters instead.
Honeymoon does not end here. Took our crappy car all the way south and got to Marseille after a 6-hour drive. This is a city full of a young, sleepless vibe and people partying all night long. Obviously had gorgeous seafood and walked around and put our feet in the coldest Mediterranean beach water while drinking tasty mango frappés. We brought our swimsuits all the way to France for that. We also took a ride on a ferris wheel overlooking the sea and I confess we ate at McDonald's there. I know, the shame!
Took a train back to Paris and then a bus to Mont St. Michel for the day. Of course, bought a ton of cookbooks written in french to test myself in the kitchen and visited the old monastery/castle/museum at the top of the hill. I actually took a nap there. Ate famous omelette and hated it, but loved the pasta. Such incredible history and amazing views of the sea. I couldn't stop imagining I was walking through a French version of Minas Tirith the whole time. (Geek!).
Back in Paris, we had to go to Disneyland of course, mostly because weird husband had never gone before, not even in the U.S. It was piled up with people from all over the world (mainly japanese), and the weather couldn't be more perfect. Got on every ride we could and visited both parks. We had fish and chips and watched the firework show proyected on La Belle au Bois Dormant's castle and felt enchanted by it. We took home our only souvenir from there: Sheriff Woody, who now protects our home and our two adorable puppy basset hounds.
We finished off with a gorgeous dinner at the Eiffel Tower Restaurant with a view to the Trocadéro. I even packed a special polka-dot dress, high-heeled shoes and the pearls my hubby gave me the day before our wedding... just for this occasion. (I actually broke my heels running our asses there for being so late for our dinner reservation, as we were late for all flights, train stations, bus tours, car rentals, musical shows, canoe rides and taxi drives in the entire trip).
It was the best dinner I've had in my entire life. I'll never forget a single taste of that five-course, exquisite meal. I fell in love with my Sergio all over again during that dinner. We left our table and stayed on Eiffel's second floor for a few minutes wating for those sparkling lights at 10:55 pm (while illegally hiding and drinking a bottle of white wine).
Just before it was time to take the train back to the airport and back to reality, we spent an hour lying on the grass, wondering at the Eiffel Tower and saying farewell to our golden city and flying back to Mexico... first-class, of course.
À bientôt, everyone!
Well, we kind of went with all of it in a single country: La France. I would travel across this beautiful country for 23 glorious days with my drop-dead gorgeous husband. Oh, yeah.
But before we got there, we started out a two-day journey through London, before we headed on to Paris. Naturally, we only did two things there: Wicked and Les Misérables. Both made me cry of sadness and full content. Now, I can officially say I've seen six musicals in my life. (And by six, I mean I only count them if they're either Broadway or West End).
Oh! Quite magically as well, apart from going to the London Eye, Big Ben and an aquarium (all this underneath the cruel, cold London rain), we found ourselves walking unintentionally in front of a Jamie Olliver's Diner! Had to stop everything and have the loveliest english meal there. (Note: After buying Jamie's entire encyclopedia, I actually cooked back home the same meatball pasta I had in London. It was superb!). And yes, the rest of the food we ate there was pure crap. Also, London hotels have shitty two-inch showers. Hated that.
Gorgeous dinner at Jamie Olliver's, London.
Then, off to Paris! Got upgraded to a deluxe bedroom with a view of the Eiffel Tower (or at least the tip of it), because they got our reservation wrong. (Must remember to go back to Hotel Gavarni and stupid concierge with the amazing upgrades). We covered the entire area, not in a touristy way, but in a let's-find-the-métro-and-see-where-it-takes-us kind of way.
Ate at all kinds of french food at all kinds of cafés, visited museums we didn't even know existed, had a soireé in Dans Le Noir (pitch black restaurant with surprise menu and blind waiters), visited the Opera House, rented bikes and wheeled around the Champs Elysées, had picnics, went to Shakespeare & Co. Bookstore and bought a whole lot of pretty books to take home, went to Notre Dame Cathedral about a thousand times, went to the Louvre and had crêpes everywhere! (the best ones are from Café Orsay, behind the museum with the same name).
I even fulfilled my self-promise to get a Parisian haircut everytime I visit the city. Yay!
We also set out to find and actually found the cute little cafe Les Deux Moulins from one of my favorite films (Amélie) and had huge hearty breakfast there. I obviously took a photo with my Frida Canon (that's what I call my camera), of every meal we had in the entire trip. We basically ate the entire city and we're proud of it.
Eating lovely pasta in Paris.
After that, it gets even better. We rented a pétit Hot Wheels car and drove all the way to La Dordogne, which if anyone knows anything about it, Périgord Noir is the way to go. We lived and died there. We stayed at this beautiful little village called St. Cyprien, surrounded by more beautiful villages, countrysides, castles, rivers, wine-tasting vineyards and sunflower fields.
We even canoed our way through a beautiful french river! Well, he rowed his ass off and I... documented and smiled.
Fell in love with a little restaurant/wine shop called "La Pétite Tonelle", where we had the best foie gras, fish soup, duck confit and goose salad any mexican could ever imagine. Also, wine tasting around a village made us find, taste and take back home a bottle of the best, local, sweet, white wine we ever had: Monbazillac. We were quite tempted on buying a million-euro hobbit house in a hilltop, but bought a few art posters instead.
Wine-tasting in St. Cyprien.
Most romantic ferris wheel ride with oceanview, Marseille.
Took a train back to Paris and then a bus to Mont St. Michel for the day. Of course, bought a ton of cookbooks written in french to test myself in the kitchen and visited the old monastery/castle/museum at the top of the hill. I actually took a nap there. Ate famous omelette and hated it, but loved the pasta. Such incredible history and amazing views of the sea. I couldn't stop imagining I was walking through a French version of Minas Tirith the whole time. (Geek!).
Getting lost in St. Michel.
Back in Paris, we had to go to Disneyland of course, mostly because weird husband had never gone before, not even in the U.S. It was piled up with people from all over the world (mainly japanese), and the weather couldn't be more perfect. Got on every ride we could and visited both parks. We had fish and chips and watched the firework show proyected on La Belle au Bois Dormant's castle and felt enchanted by it. We took home our only souvenir from there: Sheriff Woody, who now protects our home and our two adorable puppy basset hounds.
The rockin' roller coaster ft. Aerosmith, Disneyland Paris.
We finished off with a gorgeous dinner at the Eiffel Tower Restaurant with a view to the Trocadéro. I even packed a special polka-dot dress, high-heeled shoes and the pearls my hubby gave me the day before our wedding... just for this occasion. (I actually broke my heels running our asses there for being so late for our dinner reservation, as we were late for all flights, train stations, bus tours, car rentals, musical shows, canoe rides and taxi drives in the entire trip).
It was the best dinner I've had in my entire life. I'll never forget a single taste of that five-course, exquisite meal. I fell in love with my Sergio all over again during that dinner. We left our table and stayed on Eiffel's second floor for a few minutes wating for those sparkling lights at 10:55 pm (while illegally hiding and drinking a bottle of white wine).
Drinking white wine, waiting for shiny Eiffel Tower lights to turn on.
Just before it was time to take the train back to the airport and back to reality, we spent an hour lying on the grass, wondering at the Eiffel Tower and saying farewell to our golden city and flying back to Mexico... first-class, of course.
À bientôt, everyone!
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