Adventures in Babymaking Part 2

When I had spoken with my famous cousin Jasper before leaving The States, I had asked him where we should meet after our tour at Fontainebleau .  His reply was something like: “Oh don’t worry, you won’t be able to miss me!”

It was raining that day comme vache qui pisse .

I had expected, that because of the rain, that my cousin would be arranging for an alternative means of transportation.  Nonetheless, there he was a’putt-putting on up to receive us in front of the chateau on a Russian military motorcycle, fully equipped with sidecar.

We traveled through small beautiful villages, and we whooshed past expansive green farms to arrive at my cousin’s meticulous home in Fontenay-sur-Loing.


Jasper has always had a style of his own, and you would notice this upon first glance by indication of his red handlebar mustache.  He has always worn round eyeglasses, and he has ALWAYS been a man who exclusively travels by motorcycle.  Jasper is an artist.  He has a mastery of multiple languages and is a professor at The University of Paris, he moonlights as a violinist (although he calls it a “fiddle”), and he maintains his house in what would appear as a direct reflection of his identity.  Every object is beautiful and meaningful.  A knife is not simply a knife.  Every detail is there in his home in a specific placement, with a significant meaning.

My husband and I were overwhelmed by the generosity and hospitality of my incredible cousin.  After the most delicious multiple course feast of salad, duck, kapusta (our grandmother’s recipe), filled pastries for dessert, and tons of wine, Jasper offered us yet another special treat: Slivovitz!  It is important to mention that this was by no means any ordinary ol’ Slivovitz…


It was in fact Slivovitz from the town where our grandfather had lived in Rohatec in the Czech Republic.

We drank, laughed, told stories, Jasper played fiddle, and we danced until dawn, just late enough to manage a few hours of sleep before rushing out to catch a train back to spend our last evening in Paris.


Adventures in Babymaking Part 1

After having been married for 8 months or so, The Hubs and I have decided that it’s time to make the babies.  Now, I would like to consider myself a really laid-back and easy-going person, but others don’t always seem to agree.  It seems as though I have developed a reputation for myself as being a bit of a germaphobe, a worrier, impatient, specific, and irritable.  Hmmm…

So we planned a trip to Europe to launch our baby-making experience!  We had it all planned out, just as I like it.  We would spend a couple of days in Paris, a couple of days in Nice, then finish the trip off with a stay in Venice.


So, off we went!  Our first day there after checking in to our hotel (photo above from our rooftop terrace), we were greeted by a dear friend’s parents.  It was such a comfort to have traveled such a long way to meet such warm and welcoming friends.  They wined and dined us so overwhelmingly, and we even had the opportunity to spend the night at our friend’s childhood home, and to sleep in the very bedroom where she had slept growing up!

The next day, my friend’s parents treated us to a visit to château de Fontainebleau!

After visiting this amazing palace, we were to meet my famous cousin, Jasper.  The plan was that he would pick us up after our tour, and we would head back to his place.  My cousin doesn’t travel by car, really.