Well friends, we successfully made it through our wedding and honeymoon to France. This has been a month I will never forget.
A number of you have been emailing, asking for wedding pics. Our friends Dustin and Courtney took our pictures. We haven't seen most of them, but here's a teaser: http://wallerweddings.com/em-m-teasers/
As far as our honeymoon, I just can't say enough about it. But here are my Top 10 Takeaways.
1) Paris really is the city of love. The whole place seems to say: "It's cool. You're here. You're in love. Swoon." I find myself really lucky to have been in Paris with my husband. We've spent every minute of everyday together. Still swooning.
2) When we do this again, I want to be on a motorcycle.
3) When we do this again, I think I'd spend a little less time in Paris proper and a lot more time in the country. I'd start the motorcycle adventure in southern France, which wasn't so heavily bombed in WWII and thus has retained more of its history. Mark and I had far more fun chatting it up with the locals in Caen, Port en Bassin, Bayeaux, and Rouen than we did in Paris. And I could do without all the shopping in the big city.
4) Speaking of small towns: nobody speaks English. When we said, "We are from Chicago," everyone had a catchphrase from a movie to quote us (our favorite was "you bettah reck-ah-nize), but that was fairly useless when trying to find out what we were eating.
5) The eating in France is insane. Just in the world of fish, I ate oysters, shrimp, octopus, mussels, squid, sardines, cod, lobster, anchovies, crab, snails, and salmon four ways. The pizza was out of this world. As was the bread and cheese. But I never thought I'd say it: I have seriously missed broccoli and other green edibles.
6) Victor Hugo reigns supreme in Paris. This is not an arguable point.
7) Shortly after Victor Hugo comes America. This was shocking. Mark and I were startled when French people in small towns shook our hands and thanked us for liberating their country. One man in Caen, whose Jewish grandfather fled from Poland just before WWII and had survived, actually cried as he told us his story. These moments were equal parts weird and powerful. Our trip to Omaha beach was sobering and difficult.
8) The French are in no hurry. They walk slowly, eat slowly, and talk slowly. We loved the pace. But we felt OLD. Dinner doesn't start until about 10 pm. We found ourselves eating like hobbits: all day, all the time.
9) The wine in France is better than any drink either of us has ingested. At home, I can't drink one glass without waking up with a headache and a stuffy nose. Here, we each drank about a bottle a day, and not only had no hangover, but woke up every morning feeling awesome. One night (for strictly scientific purposes), we each drank 2 bottles of wine. Same result.
10) Finally, the French revere our music. I was expecting to hear nothing but stuff like "C'est Si Bon" blaring over their airwaves. (Typical ignorant American). Instead, all we heard were "hits" from the states. Amazing.
I felt oddly proud to be an American in Paris, and I can't wait to get back. Until then, I'm back to work in the studio, trying like hell to finish up this record. Dear Reader, I hope you're well. -Em. (Now Mrs. Em)