For the past two years, we have celebrated Michael's birthday in Belgium and Switzerland, respectively. Apparently we have been trying to make up for lost time by taking him to as many European countries as he's been to in Asia. I don't think we are there yet, but we're getting close. This year, however, we were both too tired from insane work schedules (M just got back from Peru) and human-growing to do much planning in advance of his birthday. So instead we opted to take the new car out for it's first road-trip to the French countryside, away from all of the chaos and hustle of the city. We found a gite (furnished holiday home) about 3 hours drive from Paris in the middle of nowhere, complete with wood-burning fireplace and chickens running around the yard. Thanks for the eggs, ladies, but you're still not coming inside! We had never been outside of the city at this time of year, so were really surprised to see the French countryside puts on its own show of fall colors - maybe not to rival the Northeast at this time of year, but enough to make us feel a bit closer to home. These types of trips always make us long to have our own place in the country to escape from the pace of life in Paris. Maybe one day.
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