OK, still no Emee. She got on a train this morning at 6am and is now stuck in Belgium. The worst part is that we have no contact and it is snowing chiens et chats. Its so dark outside and everything has been cancelled. There are no trains, no planes, no tours, no anything today. I think we’ll just wait in the room and see what happens with Emeera.
We’ve decided to have a bite in the hotel restaurant. I was secretly hoping for an opportunity to dine in a 2 Michelin star restaurant. I just didn’t think it would be because of snow! I have the special of the day, beef bourguigion, nice and warm and cozy. It is preceeded by a chevre cheese salad. The chevre with fresh herbs is hidden in a thin pocket of crunchy dough. Mom had a crazy good pumpkin and mushroom soup that was so unusual. It was a beautiful experience that was hard to enjoy, we were so worried about Emee. Paris is under a white blanket. We spoke to George and we are planning for dinner at his house if we find my daughter. Fingers crossed!
Its 3 pm and I am on my way to the bus station; I just couldn’t sit there anymore. I am walking out the door, when the front desk calls asking if they could send Emee up. I haven’t been this relieved since I lost her at the Coronado Mall!!
So, everyone in their place, it’s to George’s we go for dinner. He, graciously, comes to pick us up in a LITTLE rental car. These are so cool, (did I mention LITTLE) electric cars that you can rent from your I Phone. Its a great car but, unfortunately, it wasn’t equipped with snow shoes. George, however, is a certified Chicago driver and had no problem with the ice.
His apartment was “tres charment” but not as charming as his beautiful wife, Dominique and his awesome chou chou Cybile. They were so hospitable and we had a great dinner, great conversation and the warmth that only comes with eating with family . We even got to witness magic, performed with great mastery by “The Astounding Cybile” and her trusty assistant Msr Le Assistant! She is such a firecracker, she looks alot like her Grandma. I am sure her Grandma is thrilled that Georgy got one just like him. I only hope she grows up to be half the person her father is. Even if his politics are a little…off.
The ride home is even more excitin,g as the snow hasn’t even slowed down. I bet there was 3 new inches on the car when we came out. But, as always, God was smiling and got us to the hotel and George home to his beautiful family, all in their prespective pieces.