When my husband and I first started talking about going somewhere in January, somewhere further (and not Australia), places like Italy and Spain came up. Then I said, “What do you think about France?”
“What’s in France?”
“Well, lots of things! (my friend, Jennie, for example, I whispered in my head)
“Is Paris family-friendly?”
“I’m sure it is! (and my friend Jennie lives there)
“We’ll talk about it, but let’s consider other places.”
For a couple of weeks, we (he) researched Europe, while I exchanged Facebook messages with Jennie, asking for ideas for interesting places to visit outside of Paris. Then she said, what about Normandy?
That sealed the deal. My husband’s jaw dropped (he is a World War II buff). And so began our plans to visit France.
You may have noticed that I had my own agenda to push. If I was traveling halfway across the world somewhere, hell yes I am going to make meeting a bloggy friend happen.
It happened. I met my friend in France.
And it was lovely and everything I thought and hoped it would be.
Jennie took time out of her day to enable me to take the boys out for a few hours. There was no way I could have managed two kids 4 and under, with two strollers on the unfamiliar-to-me streets of Paris. Without her, I would have been stuck at home with the children while my husband was in London for the day. She came prepared with gifts, snacks and blankets for the boys, and even pulled out a pair of gloves for me when I’d forgotten mine. We walked (a whole lot) and talked. It was all so natural, like we’d known each other forever. In a way, we have. We’ve been reading each other’s blogs for a while.
The next night, our families met in her gorgeous house. Our husbands talked like old friends. Her children, older than mine, took care of the boys with warmth and kindness. Jennie’s home-cooked food (ratatouille, steak and fries, chocolate fondant) warmed our bellies and hearts. It was the perfect evening.
In meeting Jennie, it made our connection, already very real, tangible. I could feel her warm hands, see her beautiful smile, hear her gorgeous voice (and I could listen to her speak French all day), and hugging her was the best.
No matter what happens for the rest of our trip in France, meeting Jennie will remain a highlight.
I’m so glad I met my friend in France.
When was the last time you met a bloggy friend?