Many years ago when my husband and I were dating, we used to do such things as go to Europe for the weekend. Often it was because he was there during the week, and then I would fly out to meet him. We did Geneva, London, Paris. Good times! Then we had four kids. The four kids cut down a wee bit on the Europe-for-the-weekend sorts of trips. But they have not killed them. This past week my husband had been in Paris. My mother-in-law was visiting to help out and she agreed to cover the weekend with a few hours of babysitter support. So we cashed in some frequent flyer miles and I took off Thursday night, landing at Charles de Gaulle on Friday morning.
It was a tough trip in some ways. A low moment: We ate at a wonderful restaurant Friday night, with a 5-course tasting menu, but something disagreed with me. Or maybe it was the strawberry in my drink at the hotel bar afterwards. In any case, I woke up with horrible food poisoning at 4 A.M. At least, unlike my small children who all had the stomach flu earlier in the week, I recognize when I am about to throw up and can get to the bathroom on time. Less mess!
I spent some time napping it off Saturday, but the good news about traveling without children is that you can nap it off. I took 2 naps on Friday (to recover from the overnight flight) and 1 nap on Saturday. We still managed to go to the Musee D’Orsay and the Louvre, go out for dinner twice and get together with friends. We stayed next to the Jardin de Tuileries with a view of the Eiffel Tower. Paris is a beautiful city, particularly in spring, even if the weather was cold and sometimes rainy. I got to laugh at the crowds flocking to the Mona Lisa, waving cameras in the air. We enjoyed some quality couple time.
Traveling overseas for the weekend is tiring, and a lot of bother. Indeed, even worse: my car got hit while I was driving home from the airport on I-76. All ok (and the other driver too), but the side is really scratched up. That said, as I thought about whether it was worth doing I realized I could have the kind of life where I go to Paris for the weekend or the kind of life where I do not. In general, I will take Paris for the weekend (although next time I hope for no food poisoning).