Chipotle in Paris
I love Instagram, but will admit that I (like many others) often only share the highlights of my day (mostly good food that I do not cook).
Rarely do you see a picture of my not-so-great moments. But trust me – there are many.
So in keeping with my attempts to keep this blog honest, I thought it would be nice to share some of the not-so-great moments of our trip to Paris last week:
- Maya refused to speak in French which was a huge part of the reason we planned the trip.
- After threatening her with her life she finally came up with one sentence, and I believe it had something to do with requesting more guacamole.
- At Chipotle.
- Judge me as you wish – I deserve it for letting her eat Chipotle in Paris. But I just didn’t have any more fight left in me.
- Ali discovered Google Translate’s camera function and spent the trip obsessively holding his phone up against everything saying, “Can I translate that for you?”
- I wanted to throw his phone into the Seine.
- Until I needed Google Translate’s camera function to figure out if my prepackaged salad had cheese in it.
- Yes, I ate a prepackaged salad as I enviously watched Maya devour her tacos.
- Sometimes I wish I didn’t have such strong principles.
- It rained and was freezing cold for the duration of our trip. Until the morning we left, of course, at which point it was sunny and 85 degrees.
- Because of the rain we did a lot of indoor things including a visit to the beautiful Baccarat museum where Ali and Maya yawned incessantly.
- Maya said she wanted to see the Mona Lisa instead, at which point Ali declared the Mona Lisa “a waste of time.”
- Honestly, I don’t understand the appeal of the Mona Lisa either so I didn’t fight him (unusual for me). Feel free to judge me again.
I won’t bother to bullet point the status of my hair on the trip (frizzy thanks to the rain), another minor bout of food poisoning (must stop eating smoked salmon), or my constant nagging that Ali and Maya pick up their s@#$ so I stop tripping all over it.
In conclusion I have to admit that I love the escapism of Instagram as much as the next person. But sometimes it’s nice to put things into perspective. Yes?