While having coffee with my husband one morning, we had this conversation.
“Hey, babe. Have you made up your mind about what you want for your 60th birthday?”
“I dunno. Big parties are a pain to plan and clean up after.”
“Yes, but you always enjoy them.”
“Not for my 60th.”
“We could hold it somewhere other than home.”
“Yeah, we could do that.”
“Orlando has a lot of options for entertainment. Where would you like to have it?”
“Ha! We could go travel for the kind of money it takes to book a place in Tourist Mecca.”
“Okay. So, if you could go anywhere, anywhere at all, where would you like to go?”
“Sure, let’s play. Anywhere. Where would you like to tour?”
“Alright. On my birthday, I want to wake up in Paris, and fall asleep in London.”
That’s how it began back in July of ‘16. My husband, who turns sixty in October, wants this. He has never, ever, just come out and said what he wants for his big day. This was a major milestone. While we are not a wealthy family, I found a way to make it happen. We’d fly out on October 7, stay with a friend who lives in Paris (and had been asking us to come visit), and then on the big day, take the chunnel into London where we had an apartment booked through VRBO. It is going to be the trip of a lifetime.
Of course, back in July, I didn’t know that Mathew wanted to swing by Florida on October 7 to wish him a good birthday, and cause havoc, mayhem, destruction, and death.
I love being a Floridian. No. Really. Stop laughing.
Our flight got bumped to Sunday, October 9, 2016, which will give us 24 hours in Paris. So much for the three day Paris Passes (non-refundable). We paid extra to “add a day” to the standard two day pass. Don’t care. His birthday wish will come true.
I’ll let you know how the rest of it works out.
Maybe McShane will come along for the ride.