We spent our last three nights in Ireland near Wexford, in a low-impact chalet. Theo loved the outdoor foosball table, dogs, trampoline, and resident children. It was a lovely, peaceful way to end our month-long stay in Ireland.
Our Voyage on the Oscar Wilde
We took the overnight ferry from Rosslare, Ireland to Roscoff, France. Theo was talking about the boat trip for a couple of months before we left, but once we actually boarded the Oscar Wilde, it took about half the trip for him to be convinced that we were actually on a boat.
(In the photo above, Brian is trying to convince Theo that we are on a boat as we depart. Theo is not buying it.)
Waterside Playground in Roscoff, France
Rethinking Our Luggage
The weight and size of our luggage seemed much more reasonable in the US than it does in Europe. Maybe it’s the conversion to the metric system. Or maybe it’s all of the cobblestone streets and narrow stairways. Regardless, we’re contemplating ditching the suitcase (and a considerable amount of our stuff) and obtaining a second backpack instead. We’ll see.
Le ciel de Paris
Helping in the Kitchen: Shelling Beans
Theo was very interested in shelling the cranberry beans today, so much so that dinner was delayed because he wanted to finish by himself.
Soul Kitchen
Soul Kitchen in Montmartre, Paris. Yum.
Trying to “Do French,” Even When It’s Uncomfortable
Before we left Ireland, we tried to teach our todller Theo a few important French phrases:
- Bonjour!
- Au revoir!
- Merci!
- Un pain au chocolat s’il vous plait!
“Not yet,” he’d very consistently reply with a shake of his head.
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Hôtel de Ville, Lyon
Early Morning
