So after a long day of reading and coffee, Rebecca and I are headed for Paris tonight. I've done my research, and by research I mean I've watched the Pink Panther half a dozen times and can say toillette. Or something. Anyways, my Dad had a few instructions I thought I'd share...
I have a theory I'd like you to check out for me when you visit France for the first time. Upon entering the country, adopt a bad french accent, Inspector Clouseau style. I honestly believe that the French speak english so poorly that you could pass as French. Be sure to wear clothes that you've worn at least a half dozen times without washing them and literally dunk them is cologne before you put them on.
As for attitude, release completly any concern you have for anything other than wine and crepes. More specifically, if you happen to catch on fire while traveling in France, intentionally wait to notice until someone else points it out, pretend not to hear them, then casually toss a tiny cup of espresso on the flames. I feel sure that this will work, let me know how it goes.
3 comments:
lol! I love your dad - and you and Rebecca too!! Have a wonderful time.
So at this point I'm pretty much living vicariously through you two. What a summer :)
Have enough fun for all the rest of us stuck in the daily grind!
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