Happy Birthday to Me!

I awoke to the phone ringing at 10 am.

Pete was not in the room so I thought it was him.

Nope, I was wrong it was Jen. She said Happy Birthday,

How are you? I have some real bad news. She sounded bad.

She told me they had to go back home to Holland right away

this morning. Her knee down to her toes are three times

the size they should be. It started a few days before I

got here and she almost did'nt come down at all.

She has been walking all over Paris and not

complaining a bit. We are quite the pair, her with her

leg and me with my back. I tell ya. We really should buy

some stock in Alive. Anyway, this morning it just really got

to be way to much for her, she is in pain and just needs to go see

her doctor. They came over to our hotel and said good bye.

We hugged and cried. I miss them so much.

They will be home in the states on December 22nd for 2 weeks.

Get better Jen!

As I hung up with Jen, Pete walked in with some beautiful

flowers for me. He had been runing all over Paris trying to find

a florest that was open. He was all hot and sweaty and out of breath.

How sweet is he huh?

Right now he is out with some work
friends having lunch and will be back soon and we will

have the rest of today and the weekend on our own.

Not sure what we will do. Maybe dinner up in the Eiffel

Tower tonight.

Yesterday, Pete and I had breakfast together and then

he worked all day and I spent the day with the Wilsons.

I was walking down to meet them at their hotel. I was about

half way there when I hear someone yell "Hey, Anne!" from

across the street. It was Jen, Matt and Olivia coming to meet me.

It was very strange to be alone on the streets of Paris and

have someone yell your name out. We laughed about it all

day long. It would have been very easy to have missed eachother.

We all bought tickets to ride a bus all over. The tour
had 4 routes and like 50 stops. We saw Notre Dame,

The Arc De Triomphe, walked the Champs Elissas,

(not sure how to spell that, it's where Dad got his comb.)

had some awesome "French" onion soup lunch,

which the just call "onion soup" by the way. It was a full day.

Jam packed with Ibuprofen, food, friends and fun!

$orry Je$$ica, No birthday pur$e from this place.

This was the 1st night together.

These guards are all over in groups of three

around the Eiffel Tower.

Gotta go get some lunch now.

Love to all.

Peace.