Spring in France
This is Ben’s grand daughter, Spring. She is 5 and attends a French immersion charter school in New Orleans. And we are the grand parents who took her to France first!
Her first real French croissant.
Her first dinner in a French restaurant. Meeting her cousin Siera. Ending with a Kinder Egg.
Trying to decide if she should cry or just accept the situation. I wish I could write this was the only time that it happened. Who knew it was soooooo hard to be a 5 year old? And how do all my friends who post FB pictures and ohhhhh and gooo over their grand children do it? I suspect it helps if you see the grand child more than every few years and if you see them in their own setting rather than dragging them half way around the world.
What? You want be to be in a picture AGAIN!
Don’t bother my Mom!
Nooooo, I don’t want to have my picture taken.
Oh, well, maybe if my beach time is in jeopardy….
At last a nap
Thank goodness for tablets and movies. It was a long car ride and she was crammed in there with not much of a view. And she was a real trooper.
Back in Italy, Maria tries to organize to pack and realizes all that Spring has acquired.
‘I’m crushed by the weight of my child’s possessions.’
We all enjoy the roast beef sagra with our friend Lud.
And being silly with Mom in the sunflower field.
It was great visit and we look forward to the next time we see each other again.