My grama flew into Edinburgh Wednesday night and of course our first outing together was afternoon tea. We hopped on the bus and headed 45 minutes out of the city center to a big department-type store called Dobbies, with a tea room in the back.
The customs line at the Edinburgh airport was surprisingly long and when we got to the front, the lady asked us if we too were here for golf. We didn’t know what she was talking about but since we’re the type to follow the action, we decided to find out.
Even though Paris and Scotland are our scheduled destinations on this trip, I found a sneaky way to sqeeze one more country onto the itinerary. The flight from Paris to Edinburgh is only about 2 hours but for some reason most of the journeys come with extremely long layovers. Layovers are annoying .
Our mission in Paris was to relax and just “be” in the city. I had visions of us sitting in cafés, and wandering around with no sense of time. However as soon as we touched down, an unintentional fire under lit under our asses and we hit the ground running.
Our Paris apartment is on the 7th floor with no elevator, which is only good for one reason: it allows us an extra chance to burn off some off the carbs we’ve eaten that day.
When Nick and I reminisce about Paris, the topic of food comes up every.single.time.
Since we’d been to Paris before, we decided to shake things up a bit and take a day trip to explore a little more of this beautiful country.
Claude Monet’s house and garden is located in the picturesque village of Giverny, and it is perfection.