Back to Paris

Off we went, back to Paris to do all the last minute stuff we wanted to see.

Check this out, shopping inside an Opera House.

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The basilica of the Sacre Coeur.

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Artists Alley in Montmartre

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L’Arc de Triumph

(Napoleon had this built this for himself, so he could parade through it on a horse after a victory).  Nice observatory at the top.

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My Favourite Bridge.  I think it’s called Pont Neuf and it’s where King Louis and Marie Antoinette got their heads chopped off.  According to the guide at the Eiffel Tower, Napoleon stole the gold horse statues from Venice, who had petitioned France for years to get them back.  France eventually did give the originals back to Venice after they made a replica of them for themselves.

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There was a lovely outdoor restaurant below the bridge where we decided to take a break and have something to eat.  It was so nice.  Here’s a pic. of our dinner!

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Versailles

After two days of painting in Monet’s Garden,  we headed back to Paris and then took a train to Versailles.  This was my cousin’s idea.  She had bought tickets for us to see the Night Fountain Show.  I was there just for the ride;  I had never heard of the place.  But let me tell you, it was spectacular.  I could not believe my eyes.  I had no idea a place like this existed.  They get over 3,000 visitors a day.  Thank heavens I had my handicap note from my doctor because I don’t think I would have been able to stand in the line up.

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When we had gone to the Eiffel Tower, our guide told us that one day the King decided he was getting a bit bored of Paris and wanted another Palace built for himself.  So he built Versailles and lived there in supreme luxury until the French Revolution.  That’s when the people decided they had had enough of paying taxes and they captured him in his room.  His wife, Marie Antoinette, was also taken from her bedroom.  They both were sent to the guillotine on a very old bridge in Paris.  I have lots of pictures to show you.

Kings Bedroom

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Queen’s Bedroom
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The Hall of Mirrors (the king’s guests were impressed because they could see a full body image of themselves…mirrors were rare and he had an entire hallway of them).
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There was beautiful artwork everywhere.  Feel kind of sorry for the artists who had to get on a scaffold and paint on a curved ceiling.  Hope they were paid well.
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Another section of the palace.
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Statues, Statues everywhere you looked.
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The King’s Garden contained a couple of hundred acres of manicured gardens with statues and fountains everywhere.  It took us the entire evening to get through half of the garden before the fireworks began.  There was “Royal” music being played at all the fountains.  There was also some weird art (boulders in trees, and a petrified tree floating in the air).  Can you find Frack’s Blue Angry Bird in some of the pictures?
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Marie Antoinette found the King’s Palace in Versailles a bit stuffy, so she had her own little oasis built at the very back of the property so she could “Get away” from all the stress of Royal Life.
Besides her own gardens, the King build his wife a “Hamlet” equipped with several quaint English Styled buildings (thatched roofs).  Here’s her place.
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Here is the Queen’s Toilette!
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Now if you are thinking that there couldn’t possible be anything else these royals could have thought of having for themselves, you would be wrong.
The King wanted a river, so they diverted the River Seine to come right up close to the palace so he could throw some extraordinary lavish parties.  Guest were treated to boats where they could take their honeys for a ride while listening to a live orchestra playing Royal Music in the background.
Today you can rent a boat and have an ice cream near the river.  Too bad Bobo wasn’t with me so he could row, row, row me around.
Then I’d feel like a Queen too!
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Still wondering why the royals had their heads chopped off?
I will post photos of where that actually took place in my up-coming blogs of Paris.
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Couldn’t forget to add more pics. of Blue Birds Tour of Versailles which I emailed to my kids!
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Monet’s Garden In Giverny

Thursday, July 25 and Friday July 26

We took a train to the countryside village of Giverny where Monet’s gardens reside and stayed at a lovely Bed and Breakfast place called “Le Clos Fleuri.”  The hostess, Danielle, had a really cute dog named Darwin who loved to cuddle in your lap as soon as you sat down on one of the garden lounge chairs.

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Danielle then told us that there were 3 000 visitors a day at Monet’s garden and no one was allowed to paint there unless it was very small paintings/sketches.  I was bummed out.  Then she said she could call them and ask if I could get in the gardens at night when there were no people…with a special artists pass.  They said yes and I was in my glory sitting on one of his bridges and painting the other one.  It was so relaxing.  The time went so fast….2 hours from 6-8 p.m.  It gets dark at around 10:00.

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The first night we were there I shared the garden with a group of photographers from Seattle and a older gentleman artist.  In order to get to the gardens,  you had to walk through Monet’s flower gardens and then go underneath a tunnel to get to the water lily ponds.  It was cool.  T’was a lovely Monet night.

However, I have developed a rather nasty cough..possibly from eating something with cream in it.  The next day, I was really feeling quite horrible.  No voice,a cough,  runny nose and a splash of a headache to boot.  Boo gave me an antihistamine.  It worked.  I think I’m allergic to Monet’s flowers.  Figures eh?

The next day, Boo and I went to Monet’s Garden during the day.  The flowers were exquisite and the waterlily flowers in the pond were fully opened in the sunshine.  Now I understand why Monet was so interested in the reflection of light in his pond.  It was so clear and so very different depending on the time of day you were there.  Normally people taking tours of the gardens would only see it once during the day, get back on the bus and drive away.  It was really wonderful to see the water lily pond during different times of the day in the morning, afternoon, and night.  I’m so glad we stayed for 2 days.  There is a little slice of heaven at this place.  The reflections in the water were magnificent.

The second night was overcast and raining a little bit.  I took an anti-hisamine and slept for a while.  I was a bit groggy and  didn’t have my wits about me when I packed my belongings to go paint in Monet’s Gardens.  I forgot my watercolour paper and didn’t realize it until I was sitting on his bridge, taking my art supplies out of my bag.  I knew I didn’t have the energy to walk all the way back to the B&B to get them.  However, Boo volunteered to go back and get it for me.  God Bless her for that.  She quickly left the place and I started taking pictures with Frick’s Ipad.  In hindsight, I am so glad I had that time to take photos because I have so many beautiful shots of the place and now I can paint them in the comfort of my home!  In fact, I painted another watercolour card on the train ride back to Paris using the Ipad.  When Boo got back, she told me that someone closing up the place had entrusted her with the keys because without them, she would not have been able to get back in.  She gave the keys to the night custodian when she saw her.  I was very fortunate to paint that night.

Here are some of the watercolour pictures I painted at Giverny.  The winner of my “Summer To Remember” contest was Maria Zammit.  She emailed me  to tell me she received it and that she is going to have it framed and put in her cottage.

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The Louvre

Wednesday July 24

Today we went to George Pompidou museum.  Didn’t stay there very long because it had mostly modern art, and I wasn’t interested in it that very much.  These photos were of exhibits I liked the best.  I have no idea what the titles are so I made up my own…”New Designer Couch For a Very Big House”,  “Skeleton Just Hanging Around”  and  “What Else Do You Do With Those Damn Panty Hose That Run But Hang Them From The Ceiling?”

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Then we went to the Louvre.  It was so huge.  The statues were gorgeous.  Everywhere you go in France walking or by car,  you can see stunning masterpieces of artwork… ornate buildings, huge statues, beautiful fountains, and tributes to Napolean (whom it appears, was really full of himself).

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There were a bunch of gypsies near one of the entrance of the Louvre, but when they heard the sirens of two police cars coming boy they took off past me like a shot across the street.

There was quite a line up for tickets, but we got in right away when I showed them my handicapped permit.  It really has come in useful and we didn’t have to pay for admission.  Got a wheelchair and away we went.  We were there all day.

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We ended up in a room with throngs of people to see the Mona Lisa.  Boo tried to get a spot in the middle of the room, but it was really difficult to get to the front with a wheelchair.  So many people kept getting in front of us, we had no where to go.  However, when we eventually got closer, one of the the museum curators saw me in the wheelchair and yelled at everyone in French to let me pass…it was like the parting of the sea!  I got RIGHT up close to it and got some great photos of it…none of the other visitors could get a close -up shot like mine, past the ropes.  With the view I got, I should have bought my sketchbook out and start to draw! …but I had other things I wanted to see.

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At the bottom of the louvre is a moat and the makings of the bottom of a castle; shows how they were built.  We saw so many beautiful things; these are just a few.

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There were lots, and I mean lots of gigantic paintings and statues from across the centuries.  Boo said Napoleon stole them all.  One section of the Louvre consisted of Napoleons apartments.

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So when he wasn’t pillaging the world freezing his ass off, he lived in opulence, let  me tell you.  Red carpets, furniture, and drapery and gold everything else.  He must have had some great parties…the table in the dining room could have easily fit about 50 people.  Honestly the France could stand to make lots of money if they replicated that room in another part of the castle and served lunches and dinner at Napoleon’s table.  Come dressed in costume of that century and we’re all set!  Not sure about the menu, but I’d go!

It was kind of difficult finding lifts to get to see all of the exhibitions, especially near the sculptures.  Whenever we got stuck because there were stairs, we would ask an official.  On one of those occasions, the guy ushered us through a secret doorway behind him and we got to see the Crown Jewels.  That room was truly something else.  It was incredibly beautiful, however I think England’s crowns are probably more extravagant.

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I think we covered pretty much all the floors at the Louvre, but I’m not sure.

We went to an Italian restaurant for dinner because I was desperate to find some soup without cream in it.  I am not feeling so hot.  I’ve been coughing up a storm.  I thought it may have been be ause of a dessert thing I ate on the plane that had a preservative.  The coque Monsieur sandwich I had at a kiosk beneath the Eiffel Tower compounded the issue.  It was like a grill cheese sandwich with wacky ham in it.  I sometimes have bad reactions to milk and dairy products and it’s been more pronounced now that I am in France.  I confess I have been trying those little creamy desserts on occasion!

Musee D’Orsay, Lost in Harlem, France

Tuesday  July 23

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Today we walked to the Musee D’Orsay.  It used to be a train station, but now it houses some of the most beautiful impressionistic paintings in the world, although we weren’t allowed to take pictures of them.  We saw so many paintings I loved and knew a lot about…so Boo got her own private tour of the collection and now my voice is hoarse..very, very, hoarse.  In fact I can barely talk and I also have my strange cough because I ate some ice cream amongst some other tasty French desserts which contain cream.  I am now paying for it with phylum in my lungs  (my version of lactose intolerance).  This train station was featured in the movie, “Hugo”.   I loved the “Big Clock”.  Then while perusing the museum I found a gorgeous “Tea Room” which I remember my friend/colleague Linda telling me about….”You have to eat there”, she told me.   So we did.  It was the most gorgeous room ever.

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Frack gave me his blue angry bird at the airport and told me to take it with me…so I began sending him emails with it (kind of like Flat Stanley).

 

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After our museum visit, we caught the 69 bus.  According to my cousin, one of her tour books suggested taking this bus at night because it looped around and you could see many interesting sights.  I was tired from walking all day through the museum, so sitting on a bus sounded good at the time.  But it was hot.  We had been travelling quite a while when I told Boo we were getting farther and farther away from the downtown core. “Are you sure this thing goes around?” I questioned her.  Oddly enough, the buildings started to change too.  It was like the tour I went on in New York….really old ornate historical  buildings that changed in style as more cheaper buildings were built across the centuries.  The building we were passing were plain.  “OMG,” I told Boo, “I think we are in Harlem France.” What are you talking about?” She laughed at me.

She wasn’t laughing any more when we turned the next corner and we saw a line up of homeless people being served food on the street.  “Look over there” I told her pointing to graffiti walls.  “Like I said, I think we are in Harlem, France”.  About 2 minutes later, after we passed a cemetery, the bus stopped and the driver ordered everyone off the bus… t’was the end of his route.  “Now we are in trouble, ” I thought.  “I hope we don’t get mugged”.

We asked the driver how we could get back downtown and he pointed to a bus shelter across the street.  Unfortunately when we got there it said the next bus wasn’t arriving for another 25 minutes.  Boo thought it might be a good idea to take a taxi, but I was afraid of what the bill was going to be because we were really, really, far away.  I looked around and saw lots of buses along the street and then I saw a subway station.  We decided to take our chances and go below ground.  The information guy seemed nice.  I told him…Nous sommes perdu (we are lost).  Parlez-vous anglais?  Where are we?  He laughed at us, gave us a map, and sent us on our way.  The subway over there was really cool.  It had a round tunnel.

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It took us right to a shopping mall Boo wanted to go to in no time at all.  We got lost trying to “sortie” out of the place.  The stupid green “Sortie” signs we were following to get out of the subway system turned out to be the emergency exit and we got stuck at an entranceway with no where to go.  So Boo pushed a button for help and I kind of think it was some sort of help button for emergencies because all of the sudden an alarm sounded.  We quickly enlisted in the help of some Parisians to get us out of there.  They told us to follow the “blue” sortie signs and we got out of there before someone could come down to arrest us for being stupid idiots.

Paris, Oh la la!

Left for a flight to Paris at 6:15.  It was a good flight.  Sat next to a very nice guy named Peter from Hamilton who was going to visit Montenegro (near Yugoslavia).  Asked him to check out my blog because I didn’t have that country on my blog stats.  Poor guy must have thought I was nuts.  He helped me play some of those cool word guessing games Frick had on her iPad.  He was a really good player.  The flight was only about 7 1/2 hours. The two movies weren’t anything special.  Got very little sleep.

I arrived in France at about 1:30 in the morning.  My cousin Boo was due to arrive at around 3:30 and I was suppose to wait for her.  It was about 8:00 in the morning in France.  A kind Parisian woman started talking to me in rapid French because she saw my necklace of the Virgin Mary and said she hadn’t seen one of those in years.  Then after talking to her for a while (I told her someone from my church gave it to me because I had cancer).  She then said it was a sign for her to help me and insisted on being my interpreter to ask for information about finding the shuttle bus coming in from terminal one.  She whisked me out so fast I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye to Peter and his mother, who also suffered from breast cancer.

While I was waiting for Boo on the platform 2 women & 4 children were attempting to use the escalator to get to the shuttle train with their luggage.  All of the sudden I heard klunk klunk,klunk.  I turned around and saw a large blue suitcase flying like a toboggan on a hill, straight for one of the kids near the end of the escalator.  I screamed, “Look out”… Not that he understood me seeing as he was French.  That suitcase almost wiped him out.  He started to cry, but he was alright.  He just made it off the escalator in the nik of time.

Earlier today at Pearson airport in Toronto, Frick and I were approaching an escalator when a Jamaican woman lost her balance and her luggage went barreling down the escalator.  Then she tried running down after it.  I was horrified.  I was sure she was going to kill herself as it thumped at the bottom with each successive step.  I told her to leave it alone and I would bring it to her; which I did.  She thanked me.  I didn’t realize how dangerous escalators could be when transporting luggage on them.

Back to France.  On the platform above me was a train depot.  A woman put her suitcase down and started using the machine to buy a train ticket.  Next thing you know, her suitcase was gone and 3 security men were scoping the area trying to locate her belongings.  I went to the washroom, so I didn’t see anything.  I felt bad for her.  All she had left was a backpack she was wearing on her back.

Anyhow, made it to France, found my cousin, and went to the Musee de l’Orangerie.  Tried out my disability pass.  Got to skip the line and get in for free, Boo wheeled me around in a wheelchair ’cause I was getting tired.  Saw the most beautiful panels of Monet’s water lilies in the round room at the top of the museum.  We tried to take an English tour , but the guide was so boring, I was literally falling asleep, so Boo said we should go and try to get into our hotel and have a nap before our tour of the Eiffel Tower.  Boo told me that she already had a tour guide, me, and she was repeating some of the stuff I had already told her, so we left.

We went to the hotel and had a 2 hour nap and set off to the Eiffel Tower.  It was so cool.  There were hundreds of people everywhere.  Each leg of the tower had two glass elevators that went sideways for a while and then upwards to the first landing.  Some guy proposed to his girlfriend on his knee up there and the crowd went wild when she said “yes”.

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Whilst taking photographs of the gorgeous view, we came upon an Australian guide who was making everyone laugh.  She was really quite entertaining so I began following her and listening to her guided tour.  She told us about how the king wasn’t so happy with his palace in Paris (which is currently the Louvre) and he skipped town and made another castle in Versailles. We are actually going there on Saturday. She showed us many things, like the platform that was built to take pics of the Eiffel Tower (but we needed to be careful of the pick-pocketers, especially at night).  The place to get boat cruises.  Napoleons tomb (8 caskets, one bigger than the other), a huge building built for the soldiers returning from war).

 

Here’s a pic. of the platform I was telling you about.  Apparently you can insert the L’Arc de Triumph in that hole farther down.

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One fascinating story my adopted guide told us was that Hitler had occupied France and put a swatzika on top of the tower for four years.  He tried to go up to the tower, but the Frenchmen told him that the elevator was broken.  He refused to walk up the stairs, so he never made it up to see the magnificent view and was bummed out about that.  Miraculously, that missing elevator piece was found/fixed after the Nazi occupation left.  Apparently when Hitler was being attacked, he instructed one of his generals to bomb the Eiffel Tower (there were bombs set to detonate all over the place on it).  Interestingly enough the general couldn’t bring himself follow HItlers orders and activate the bombs.  Hitler asked him if France was burning and the general lied and had said, “Yes, France was burning.”  After Hitler was defeated there were huge celebrations in occupied France.  On the top of the Eiffel Tower, champagne was served to celebrate, and today, you can buy still buy a glass of champagne (for a mere 12 euros).

Our guide also told us that when visiting Notre Dame cathedral, to make sure we look for the 4th gargoyle because it resembled one of the sculpturer’s mother-in-laws.  Can’t wait to see that.

I told her about Dedo, the toe-crossing gargoyle and the nun who placed it high on the roof top and she said she would search on the Internet about him and put it in her tour.  She was awesome.  Loved her tour.

Thelma and Louise

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On Monday there was a special Canada episode of the Amazing Race on T.V.    They had the usual pair of contestants, gay couple, married couple, twin sisters, blah, blah blah.  I was talking to Cathy about this last time….there should be a Cancer Team.  I’d sign up.  I’d win at the airports with my doctors note for disability access!  No line ups.  Just MOVE on through!  I’d even be good with the bungee jumping, though I don’t think my spine doctor would recommend that one!

So my idea of new T.V. reality show would be called something like:  So the Doctor Told You Your Gonna Die, Now What R Ya Gonna Do?

Then there would be a picture of me and Boo in a convertible driving on the West Coast (from San Francisco to L.A.), just like Thelma and Louise!  And one of my stops would be at a ship called the Queen Mary which my friend Liz recently told me about.  It’s a Ghost Ship and  you can sleep overnight.  Boo told me I’d be staying on the ship alone, if I went.  “What about a Ghost Tour?” I asked her.  “Silence”.  I guess I would be going to see the Queen Mary alone.

So what do you think?  Financiers for my new show would need to cover the costs of my wacky trips and the medical insurance which I can’t seem to get on my own.  Plus my kids would probably want to come and watch.  Bobo could quit his job and come watch too.

I think I want to go to Tibet and visit some real monks.  Maybe they can teach me how to meditate (something I wasn’t really good at when I tried it here).  I’d also like to go to Lake Louise, visit some glaciers, and go on that $5,000 train called the Rocky Mountaineer from Vancouver to Calgary.  Go on an Alaskan cruise.   Hmmm…the possibilities….endless.

Oh, what I could do with a little bit of money!

By the way, you are probably wondering how I am going to finance my trip to France.  I’m flying for free on my credit card air mile points from my medications and let’s face it, when you’ve been diagnosed with cancer, you really don’t see the point in keeping those RSP’s you’ve been saving all those years.

Life's short..be happy

Finding Dedo

You know the movie, Finding Nemo?  Well I’m going to France to find Dedo, the gargoyle.  Just who is this cute little character I’m after?

He’s a little gargoyle with pointy ears and he has two crossed toes.  Apparently a little boy somehow ended up on the roof of the Notre Dame Cathedral in France found it centuries after it was placed there by a nun (the church was built in 1160).  She couldn’t stand the ugly gargoyles which were placed on the tops of the cathedral to ward evil spirits from coming down to earth.  So she put Dedo there, with his toes crossed, in case any friendly spirits wanted to come to earth.  I told Frick and Frack I would bring Dedo home with me if I could find him!  Maybe I’ll be able to find a children’s book (in english) with the story in one of the art museums there too!

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Now the question is, if I find a big one for the garden, how the heck am I going to get it home?  Might set off the scales at the airport!

I wonder how good my cousins back is?  She is definitely going to think twice about going to France with me after this.

My World Map Stats

Here it is…My World Map Stats

I’m having some difficulty getting some of these communist countries to let their inhabitants visit my blog site.  Gee whiz, my friend Stella and her kids who live in Beijing, China, read my blogs all the time, but it counts as the U.S.  …don’t ask, too complicated to even begin to explain (something about not even being allowed to have Facebook).

I started thinking that my plan to get my map to glow is not going to be easy task.  How will I get someone to visit my blog from countries that don’t speak english (ie: Spain).   Italy has somehow eluded me too…and I’m Italian…how lame is that?

Sigh…oh well, what can you do?  Thanks to all of you who have made a concerted effort contact your foreign friends and relatives so that to my map would glow bright.

This is a list of the countries I have thus far.  (I tried to copy the glowing map for you to see too, but for some reason it won’t co-operate).  Some of you have some friends in really interesting places, as you can see below.  I wish I knew more about blogging so I can figure out how to get some more countries!

Canada 1,283
Australia FlagAustralia 201
United States FlagUnited States 86
Mexico FlagMexico 14
United Kingdom FlagUnited Kingdom 14
Hong Kong FlagHong Kong 9
France FlagFrance 8
Switzerland FlagSwitzerland 7
Ireland FlagIreland 3
United Arab Emirates FlagUnited Arab Emirates 3
Indonesia FlagIndonesia 3
Denmark FlagDenmark 2
Greece FlagGreece 2
Germany FlagGermany 1
Puerto Rico FlagPuerto Rico 1
Nepal FlagNepal 1
Sweden FlagSweden 1
Singapore FlagSingapore 1
Kuwait FlagKuwait

 

I just wanted to send you instructions on how to “Follow” my blog because I know some of you were having difficulty trying to figure out how to do this.  I’m rather new at this too, so my cousin sent me the instructions below.  Good luck….

As for the “Follow” button:  when I go to the website, a black box pops up on the bottom right side corner that says “Follow”.  If you click on the “+” sign, it opens up and you just input your e-mail address.

 
I’m starting to get a little nervous about my trip to France.  I’ve never flown anywhere alone before.  I’m meeting my cousin Boo from Australia at terminal 3.  I  arrive 1 1/2 hours before her.  She wants me to meet her at the Terminal 3 shuttle station.  However, I noticed that in Terminal 1 there is a casino.  I told her she can find me there because I wanted to win enough money to stay at Frances 5 Star Hotels.  
When I got married in August 2000, she came to Canada to be one of my bridesmaids.  She wanted to go to New York, but I told her that I didn’t have enough money (because of all my wedding expenses).  However, one day we decided to tag along with some relatives and go to Woodbine Racetrack.  We made a pack.  If either one of us won enough money, we would go to New York together.  I’m not a big gambler, and I decided I would only spend $20 bucks.  Big spender eh?  So I remember the tips my friend Liz gave me (her mother and grandmother loved playing the slot machines in Vegas).  She said, “Feel the machine and if it’s warm, go for it… and ALWAYS put in the Maximum”.  I hovered over some machines and found one that I was pretty sure was a good one.  Put in my twenty bucks.  It ate it all up, but I still had a feeling that it was going to win big.  Yelled at my cousin to come over and put some money in.  She put in $10 bucks and in two spins….DING DING DING DING DING went the flashing yellow lights.  We had no idea how much we won, but we were jumping around like a bunch of LUNATICS.  WE WON…WE WON…We are going to go to NEW YORK!  WE had 3 lucky 7’s in a row.  We had no idea how much money we won, but there was a car on the top (progressive slots) and I was beginning to think we could drive down to New York in a new car!
Finally, an attendant came.  “How much did we win?”, we screamed.  $1, 250.  Just enough for the two of us to go to New York!
T’was Fate.

My “Summer to Remember” Contest

English: Monet's garden at Giverny

English: Monet’s garden at Giverny (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dear Family and Friends,

One of my dreams is to sit in Claude Monet’s Garden in Giverny, France and paint waterlillies.

Guess where I’m going next week?  I’m using all those points I racked up on my cancer medications to fly there for free!  And I’m going now, while the going is good.

And you can share in my insanity.  I’m going to paint some watercolour cards at Monet’s Garden and send one to one my Blog Followers… those special people who went on my blog and selected that “Follow button!”  I only have 11 followers, as of today, so your chances are good.

If you aren’t the winner of my watercolour postcard, don’t despair, because I will send you a real postcard this summer from France, the United States, or somewhere across Canada.  Hint… I’m also dreaming of eating lobster somewhere on the Atlantic or the Pacific Ocean this summer!

If you would like me to send you a scenic or humourous postcard from my travels, please “Follow” my blog and I will send you an email requesting your mailing address.

I’m hoping to send some postcards to different parts of the world too, so invite your friends!

Hoping to have a FABULOUS time.  It’s going to be a crazy and fun summer.  I leave for France on Sunday, so if you want a card from Europe and be in my special draw for my special watercolour card, I will need your address quick!

P.S.  Stay Tuned….Tomorrow I will post my Stats on all the countries I have so far!  Thanks for your help in getting my world to light up!