PIZZA Disaster…….Really!

What a day!!!!! Our first official day in Rome! We landed on Sunday morning.



By the time we arrived in our apartment, everyone was past exhausted. Remember Janel and I never went to sleep. Christopher barely slept for 2 hours. The flight was less than two hours. The lack of sleep and jet lag from before made us feel blahhhhh…..  We couldn’t really appreciate anything about Rome at that time. A good shower and dreamland were priority. Once again, Alex had to be carried inside. She was fast asleep. Well, Jordan was in and out slumber. He needed to be carried also.


Of course as soon as Christopher laid him down, he was wide awake…..ready for action. No time to waste……They went food shopping. Alex and I had to sleep. Eventually  all of us had a good rest. We are conveniently located near restaurants, shops, lots of pizza for Jordan and plenty of ice cream for me…lol. WELL, someone needs to eat all of that good ice cream. It may as well be me!!!!! Don’t laugh!!!!!  8 p. m., we went out to dinner and to take a closer look at this fabulous city called Rome. We just walked a few blocks. Alexandra had to be carried. She knows her father will never say no. Dinner was great for most of us, except Jordan. Alex will try different things, but not Jordan. We are in Italy….right? Pizza and pasta are without a doubt the best on earth. GUESS AGAIN!!! Jordan wanted pizza. We ordered pizza for the boy. Pizza came, child took one look, and said, “I don’t want that pizza!” “Where’s the cheese?” “Why does it look like that?” Why does it smell like that?” “YACK!!!” We’re trying to keep him calm. He was getting very agitated. He was hungry and was looking forward to eating the best pizza. He’s been told by others and us that Italy would give him the best. Jordan was expecting his favorite pizza from Calabria (Cranford, NJ). The look, shape, and taste were too drastically different for him. He was upset. He did not want anything else to eat. He suggested that we go to Calabria to get him pizza and the rest of us could eat at the restaurant.  We had to order two other pizzas. He still was not happy, but he could tolerate the third. Why 3 pizzas? Because that restaurant did not serve slices. How dare we even ask such a question?  We were all happy to have dinner behind us and move elsewhere for dessert. You know children……..   Once we stepped outside, everything was forgotten. They moved on to bigger and better things.


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My children were awake until 4 a.m. (France time) on Saturday. ‘Why?’ you may ask. Because I was too exhausted to fight or argue. Their routine is completely broken. Jordan and Alex are usually in bed by 7:45 p.m. (New Jersey time). Their bodies have yet to adjust to this new time zone. On top of everything else, they were so wired and excited that they simply refused to sleep for more than four hours at a time. So Friday, they returned from the park around 5 p.m. Alex was already fast asleep on Daddy’s shoulders; Jordan fell asleep minutes later. I wanted to cry because I knew that could only mean bad news for me. I had to wake them up by 9 p.m. We had dinner plans with some friends. I don’t know why French people eat so late. Once the children woke up, it was party time.  I knew they were going to be up all night. You knew it, too. So that meant they slept until 3 p.m Saturday. Good thing: I was able to get most of my packing done. While I continued packing and Janel did her summer work, Christopher took the children out to play. Needless to say leaving children with Christopher, possibilities for fun are endless. There’s no telling what will happen………

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A Day in the “Parc”!!!!

All I can say is I am still tired. Seriously!

So the plan for these next two days is just doing local activities in the town of Cachan where my girl friend N’diaye resides with her two boys, Jibril and Noe.

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I met N’diaye many years ago during my study abroad and we became fast friends. I wanted to improve my French. She knew a great deal of English and she was willing to help me with my assignments. The following year,  she came to New Brunswick to visit me at Rutgers. From then on, we always managed to visit each other until we had  children, when the visits became less frequent.  The last time I visited her in France was  2004, and her last visit to the US was 2005 for my wedding. Back when we were studying at François Rabelais University in Tours and our friendship did not yet span two continents, N’diaye and I made a pact that when we were both blessed with children, we would find a way to bring them together.

Jibril and Noe happen to be the same ages as my children. They visited us last summer in NJ. So this summer, we’re spending a bit of time with them. Jordan and Alex have no choice but to speak French. Otherwise, they will not be able to communicate with their friends here. Their language skills were put to the test in the park today, but luckily fun, with children, is the same in every language.

Enjoy some pictures at Le Parc Départemental Raspail, Cachan!!!!!!!

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First Day of the Trip!

Excitement was building. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of telling Jordan and Alexandra what day and time we intended to leave home. My son woke up at 3 a.m. on Wednesday ready to go to the airport. From then on, both children constantly asked, “How long before we go to France, Mama?”
I was so glad when it was finally time to go to the airport. Our 16-year-old family friend Janel is traveling with us this summer, so she met us at airport before the flight. She was the model of coolness. Yeah, right!!!!! You could tell she was excited.
The flight was booked for late evening (7:05pm). I had high hopes that my children were going to be asleep by 9pm. No such luck!!! The flight was delayed for two hours.  By 11:45pm, everyone was exhausted, but still awake. They eventually went to sleep, but not for long……lol. Because of the delay, we almost missed our connecting flight from Frankfurt, Germany to Paris. We were a wild bunch running through the airport to make our connection. Well…I got my exercise for the day! I forgot to mention that the idea of packing “light” eludes me. Picture me with a backpack and two rolling bags, half carrying and dragging Alex through the Frankfurt airport to catch our flight!!!!!!
By the time we landed in Charles De Gaulle, my babies could barely keep their eyes open. Hence, the pictures of them sleeping in the car service… It’s a good thing that this is an extended vacation. We all need a day or two to recuperate from jet lag.

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