Ahhh...

Greg is in Germany for a few days for work and rather than hanging around Luxembourg and wishing I could afford to shop there, I decided to take the crew to La Bresse, France. Good decision, thus far. It is beautiful. I have to admit, after; 3,300 cathedrals, 9,212 pieces of art and inhaling 800 tons of second hand smoke, I was ready to head to my comfort zone...the mountains. Ahhhh, I feel like I can breathe again. Don't get me wrong, I've loved most every minute of our adventures in all of the cities, but I'm a mountain girl and I needed a break.

Today was spent at a beautiful lake, playing cards and swimming. The kids loved the play time and I loved the fresh air and cold water.

Tonight we roamed the small town and tried to find a suitable food situation for all of us. I haven't blogged nearly enough about our food "hunts," because I'm actually quite embarrassed about it. I love my kids/husband dearly, but when it comes to finding an agreeable restaurant/cafe, we nearly come to blows. This is how our food dilemma breaks down:
1. Ben won't try anything new and is super picky.
2. Mackenzie tries some things, but doesn't like most things.
3. Sam tries and usually likes everything.
4. Greg likes and tries everything.
5. And me...I'll try to be honest here...I like to eat healthy, but will try most things. So, if you read between the lines on this...I don't like fried food and nearly everything comes with some sort of fried something or another.

I'm sooooo sick of the food.

Anyway, tonight wasn't any different. We wander out of the hotel, happy and optimistic. The first restaurant where we sit down only serves desserts and salads. So, we bail without even telling the staff. The second restaurant (I think there are only 4 in the town) serves mostly fast food. "Yep, this looks good," says Ben as he sees they serve chicken nuggets and fries. Ugghhh. I agree and we proceed with our order, in French. Well, apparently, Cordon Bleu (Nana's order) with an American accent, sounds a lot like a local beer. Our food comes and Nana gets, Diet Coke and a beer...no Cordon Bleu.

We finished the evening with a trip to the scariest and most disgusting traveling fair. I can't stand those kind of places, so our kids have never been to one even in the US. Needless to say, I think that experience may have been the highlight of their trip to Europe. I'm seriously not exaggerating. Nana treated them to a round on the bumper cars. It was a lawsuit waiting to happen. At one point, there was a car that sparked and then started smoking. I don't think the kids will ever be the same again.

So really, if I honestly look at our day...I could have:

1. Brought the kids to Lake Sammamish.
2. Bought them a couple of croissants.
3. Drove down to Puyallup.