First, let me apologize for being MIA the past week or so. Work has been insanely busy and alas, you all got cast-off. And now, you will have to miss moi some more because I am off to Europe tomorrow for vacation.
C’est vrai, kittens.
Tomorrow evening, darling husband, darling daughter and myself board a flight bound for Amsterdam for about 8 days of tromping through Holland, Brussels and maybe even a day in Germany. Perhaps we will tip-toe through some tulips in our wooden shoes.
But don’t abandon me now, dear friends, because I will come back with tales of European fashion, motherhood and other important trends. My husband keeps referring to some “party boats” on the canals in Amsterdam…what do you think the odds are that I’ll agree to that?
Check back with me on May 29th or 30th, and surely I’ll have something to dish on, if not the true story behind international flights with a 2.5 year old.
Until then, in case you missed it last year, here were my observations from 10 days in France last June (sans enfant):
Adieu, kittens. A bientot.