The girls and I have just pulled up to the Gare de Massy TGV in Paris. Although we’re not getting off the train, I can’t help but look at Tania across from me and say “Paris!”. Spirit fingers included. The Louvre, my lost love, is merely kilometers out of reach.
“Nous ne sommes pas a Paris? Deja?” Camille passively asks me.
“Si, Si”, I answer, trying to contain my excitement.
We may not be getting off but we’re still in Paris.
We’re headed to Tours to spend the week with their grandparents. Tours is about an hour by train south of Paris. It’s three and a half hours from Valence (homeish) to Tours. In France, the TGV only runs vertically across the country. This is one reason why the trains can reach up to 300km/hr; they’re running in a straight line. Needless to say, although Tours is south of Paris, it is mid west. Meaning, we have to head up to Paris, only to turn around and head back south. I don’t mind it, really. I love the TGV trains. They’re relaxing.
I can’t believe I’ve already been here for three months. Once Christmas gets here, the time is just going to fly by. Mind you, it has already been doing so. I’m really part of a family here and coming home will be bitter sweet. The girls have grown on me. Aside from their seemingly constant bickering, they’re quick to stand up for each other and look out for one another. My parents always said that when it came to John and I picking fights, it was equal in the picking. I still don’t believe this and I will always stand by the fact that John always started it. He did! Anyway, over here, it’s always Camille, 98% of the time. She has yet to come to terms with her little sister growing up. This is by far the biggest issue between the two of them. Camille is always telling Tania what and what not to do. Carine and George have told Camille countless times to leave her sister alone but Camille never listens and always responds with a “yeah, but..”. Alas, the issue has yet to be solved. Eventually Camille will grow out of it. Hopefully. When Tania is 13 and Camille 16, it is going to be war in the Solon household. I cringe at the thought of the amount of preteen hormones that will be budding in those years. Camille will be quite the drama queen. I can’t really comment though, I’ve been there.
The girls have been obnoxious these past couple of days. Since they’re at mammi and pappi’s, they think they can get away with anything. This is not the case, demonstrated by mammi yesterday in the car. Mammi lost her cool. Good. I’m glad she did. Set the record straight with those two. Mind you, maybe if they weren’t eating chocolate bars for breakfast and ice cream for dinner they wouldn’t be as excited, but we’re at mammi and pappi’s.. let’s run wild. After already raising their kids, all grandparents want to do is spoil the next generation. I’ll be doing the same thing with mine. Tonight the girls are staying over at their cousin’s house. We dropped them off and had lunch with the family. You know how your mouth waters when you’re just about to eat something you know is just fantastic? This is my relationship with Quiche. I just love it. So easy to make and a festival in your mouth. Once I get home, we will be eating an offensive amount of quiche. Everyone will be. I will enforce Quiche upon everyone. Quiche will be the new McDonalds. Let them eat Quiche. What a silly word. Quiche, quiche, quiche. I’m done. My creative writing streak hasn’t struck me tonight.