This past Thanksgiving, I woke up to just another fall day in Paris, and I happened to be especially grateful. In just four hours I was at the Melia Alexander Boutique Hotel with my mom and little sister by my side.
After helping them bring their luggage to the hotel room, we took the metro to Invalides for a campus tour.
They were pretty hungry though. And so first, we stopped into Le Bar du Central for brunch.
I had to order for everyone since neither my mom nor my sister speak French. This, of course, continued throughout their visit, and yes, I did feel cool with my incredibly important role. I also adored my Norwegian-style eggs benedict at our first Parisian meal together. Following the meal, I introduced them to each AUP building before sending them up the Eiffel Tour. I promise I would've joined had I not had class.
Thankfully, I'd timed it perfectly. By the time they saw the rooftops of Paris and came down again, I was out of class. We took the bus this time, from the 7th to the Arc de Triomphe to their hotel to freshen up a bit.
Then we hopped on the metro towards Le Saint-Martin for Thanksgiving dinner at a French bistro. But not before a quick stop at "my park."I needed to borrow some wi-fi to double-check the address.
[Entrée: pumpkin soup]
[Plat: turkey, stuffing, green beans, mashed potatoes, homemade cranberry sauce]
[Dessert: apple, pumpkin, or pecan pie]
It was no Thanksgiving at home but it was certainly tasty and beyond amazing to have my mom and sister by my side. I felt like the luckiest American in Paris. Afterwards, I brought them back to their hotel to sleep and ran to my apartment to finish up a paper. They needed the sleep as much as I needed to not have assignments to worry about, especially because we had non-stop goodness from Friday on... to be continued...
