In winter 2010 we visited France with my wife (then-girlfriend). We’d only been dating for about half a year by then and the whole trip was really just to introduce her to la familia. Sometimes you just know where things are going to go.
It was our first time traveling together overseas and it went, well, not as expected. It was during those crazy storms over Europe and we had made all kinds of reservations in Paris for the first few days of our stay, before going down to Marseille to be with my peeps for Christmas.The Charles de Gaulle airport closed, there were massive delays and we ended up getting stuck in Houston, TX for three days. We lost our hotel reservations in Paris, but made the most of it: we rented a car and visited Houston to our heart’s content.
Once we made it to France, we took the TGV (high speed train) straight down to Marseille and were thrilled we didn’t miss Christmas altogether (we were worried about that and it would have sucked majorly).
The Christmas celebrations went swimmingly, full of laughter, yummy foods and drinks, and enough swapping between French and English to make me speak English to my family and French to my wife. We usually get at least two Christmas celebrations because my parents are divorced, and sometimes more if one of my siblings does not make it, or spends Christmas with their SO’s family. When that happens we have to repeat the celebrations once we’re all together. One year we got 5 Christmases in a week because of that, or thanks to that one could say, and I ended up putting on pounds I somehow never managed to lose.
After all that merriment, we headed back to Paris earlier than we’d originally planned to enjoy the sights we missed on the way in.
We got engaged a day later in Paris. It was a wonderful time, cold and crisp, of museums and quaint restaurants and ring hunting (I am of the mind that the whole ring thing, however commercial it is, if done should be done together and the lady should get to pick the piece of metal she is going to wear for the rest of her life, and vice versa for the guy, indeed).
So, yeah, a great time all around, family, croissants and pains aux chocolat every morning (I love those), and engagement.
We got married a year later to the day in Austin, TX and that time my family flew in, even crazier celebrations were had!
I took the picture above the day we got engaged at the feet of the Eiffel Tower.