But let me tell you, if we ever do go back there, we'll be going in the dead of summer. Because ya'll IT WAS COLD. That was the first time in my young life that I'd ever been cold, like really for real cold. And man, was it ever cold.
Here. This is a vacation after kids. Instead of going to Paris, we went an hour south to the Outer Banks. It rained the whole time. Which ended up not mattering, because we couldn't do anything with an eighteen month old and a one month old anyway. Sigh. I thought maybe if I looked at their cute faces, I could convince myself that life before kids was too quiet, too unfulfilling. Not so much.