One summer in Paris

Today's post is a throwback from a few years ago when my husband and I were in grad school. We spent the entire summer listening to french on CD in our cars to prepare for a research trip in Niger with my Public Health program and his business program. It was an amazing trip. We backpacked with our friends and our broken French through Niger, Benin, Togo, and Ghana. 

To make a long story short, the time we spent in Africa was not ideal and not how we planned, but epic and memorable non-the-less. We had to fly out of Ghana through Rome unexpectedly and literally only had the clothes on our back including a few extra shirts. We looked pretty dirty and haggard- like we had just gotten off a bus in Africa- which we had. We were lucky enough to have a week layover in Paris on the way home from Africa

I found this picture today looking through some old photos, and it reminded me of an entire week spent drinking champagne in front of this beautiful structure- THE EIFFEL TOWER! We toured museums, rode the Bota Bus, took the train everywhere. In the evening, every evening actually, we headed for the tower with our drinks, bread, and cheese. Tons of young people, couples, locals, tourists laid out on blankets on the lawn to enjoy the summer days and to sit there for hours until dark when the tower lit up the night sky.

I remember things were not perfect. Surprisingly, we argued a lot. I'm ashamed to say. It was mostly me actually, wanting to get married sooner than later. I actually left Paris a little disappointed that he didn't propose to me. 

Fast forward 3 years to our engagement, a beautiful wedding, moving 5 more times (seriously), traveling to 5 more countries together, and now living abroad in Australia- I can't believe I ever wasted time arguing or spending my energy being unhappy or wishing things were different. I would not go back and get married sooner or in a different place. I certainly would not change where, when, or how we got engaged. It was all so special. I regret that I tried to force something that he knew we were not yet ready for. 

There are those days where I fall in love with my husband all over again. Today is one of those days.