La Famille I (Paris)

My travel notebook... in Paris!

Centre Pompidou-- A super cool contemporary museum.

Had to beg the ticket collector to let me in this section. (It's for kids).

The kiddos next to the tower.

Paris.

I actually have a mega crush on Breton.

Baby cousin + corals.

My friend, Lily.

Skullzzz.

Art?

True.

Pretty colors.

My other mega crush.

My dorky sister is obsessed with macarons :/

Outside of the museum was this cool area of weird art stuff!

Can this picture look any more stereotypically French?

Ghoulish Paris.

The Arc and us.

The view of the city from the top of the arc.

I can't even with this Christmas tree that was inside the Eiffel Tower.

Disneyland Paris!

My sister and I each bought Minnie Mouse ears :3

The teacups ride was so whimsical.

The only picture I have of Joseph smiling.

Suzz (sus) Lightyear.

Ready to eat some falafel!

My minions prepping to cook me some dinner.

Whatcha lookin' at, boys? (@Musée de Louvre)

Babies looking super French with their Lidl bags and eating sandwiches on a bench.

My favorite brats, aka my little sister and cousin, came to visit me in Europe! Having less than two weeks here, we decided to visit just two cities-- Paris and Barcelona. Above were photos of the first half of our trip in Paris. Since I'd been to Paris before and had gone to all the must-see attractions already, I just kind of acted as a guide for these kids. It was so nice to be with my family again. I guess it's true when they say that a house is not a home, but that it's the people you love who make your home. Although we had some brawls (naturally), I still had an unforgettable time. I'm grateful that we are blessed with the resources to be able to travel and spend Christmas together.
Oh, I almost forgot. So I arrived in Paris a night before my sister and cousin did, and when I first got to the apartment, it was about midnight. I tried calling the homeowner for the code to get in, but she wasn't answering. I was stuck outside the apartment in the cold with all my luggage, just wandering around, debating whether I should just try to take a cab to a hotel. I honestly felt so hopeless and was on the verge of tears, when, after about 45 minutes, she finally picked up the phone. I didn't think I could go through a more traumatic experience than this, but something happened a few days later that I'll explain in the next post...