Recovery day. Man I felt like shit. Even tho it was Sunday a pharmacy near the flat/hotel was open. I got some Tylenol and some probiotics to help my gut. Also got some tea, bananas, rice and veggie soup at the store. I was going on the BRAT diet (bananas, rice, apples sauce/juice, toast). So I had a lite lunch, then went down at 2:00 PM for a 4 hour nap. So sweet. The tiger (April) was going to crazy if she was in the dark hotel room with me for the afternoon, so she headed over to the island where Notre Dame is located. She did the Rick Steves walking tour of the area. Came back about 5:00, napped for an hour. Then April picked up some cooked chicken and beets and a crème caramel, and we had a lite dinner at the flat; I had my rice and soup. I was getting better and her stomach was still grumbling.
Monday. Eth and Maddy were arriving from London. We got a fresh baguette from the bakery. I managed an egg-in-a-cup ™, and then we put our bikes together. The bikes can be broken down to fit in a regulation suitcase. The frames even separate into two pieces. And we had to wait for a package from Chris and Emma, the UPS guy said they would arrive between 10:00 AM and 5:00 PM. Wankster. Anyway he showed at about 1:00. April cleaned the apartments for the lovebirds. And I finished the bikes. Eth/Maddy arrived about 3:00 right on time. We looked at the window and saw them wandering and seemingly lost even tho they were on the right street and all the doors had addresses above them. I hope it won’t be like the “The Stupids Euro Vacation” for those two. Ha-ha.
It was great to see them. They were tired from their previous travel day from Seattle to London. They fell asleep for the last ½ of the World Cup! They loved the flat, don’t seem bothered by the heat or noise, and it did cool off. They promptly made a mess of the place. Ethan pulled out his clothes and they just about filled up the flat. Showed us his new black shirt which he thinks is going to make him look like a Boss for the wedding. As Eth says, he’s gotta look good on the biggest stage of the year vs. POC. Wanksters both of them.
So they napped a little. Then we walked them around the neighborhood. Ate a nice fish/wine place. Then April wanted to walk us to the Pont des Art. I had to run back to the flat for another attack. And then the freaking toilet breaks. It was running when I got in there and the tank wouldn’t fill. Well I was brought up better tha to leave Eth/Maddy with that present, so I spent 10 minutes trying to fix the stupid thing. Christ when was this going to end!? Anyway I got the thing fixed, it was a different Euro model. Then I headed out weak into the night, of course they’re on the far end of the bridge and looking like they want to stay there the whole night, while I’m calculating how long it will take to me to do the pinched-butt sprint back to the flat. To their credit, there was a beautiful breeze along the river. Yet I finally persuade them to head home.
We dropped them off at the flat. Walked the one more block to our nice cold room and settled in for the night.
Then the dam broke! April’s bubbly stomach finally gave out and she had a full-fledged, two-days brewing, once in every 10 years, vicious yet cleansing, outbound delivery. As she is my loving, demure and faithful travel buddy, not to mention my wife of 30 years, I’ve leave out any more details. Suffice to say, I was impressed. Ha-ha.
And now the finger was pointing directly to that damn tuna sandwich because we both shared it. And the observant reader will note that April herself picked that café and sandwich. I was not only in the clear but the tables were turned! I wasn’t guilty of eating something stupid like brain-pate which I saw at this gourmet shop the other day. Man all those pates looked so good but I couldn’t eat them. Anyway it was her turn to cry and whimper. And of course I took loving care of her. I told her to sack up and get to sleep she’d feel better in the morning. Just kidding.
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