Even though France reminds us of home, Lourdes, in particular, is the epitome of a little French town. The narrow winding streets lined with hats and scarves and Bernadette coloring books barely left room for our tour bus. Kate was afraid that the bus might even take out some of the many pedestrians!
We pulled up to the Paradise Hotel and were greeted by some of the many ceramic cheetahs that decorate the hotel lobby. After hours and hours a of travelling, we were so happy to get settled into our rooms and freshen up, but little did we know that finding our rooms would not be so easy. Kate and Sarah asked for directions, but were soon confused by the multitude of mirrors in Paradise. We turned into an open corridor - but wait, another mirror! And another cheetah!
We finally arrived at dinner (still confused by the mirrors), and sat with The X (our parish group, St. Francis Xavier). We expected a fancy and delicious meal after surviving on airplane food for the past two days, but our discerning American palates were not prepared for our four course meal. It started innocuously with bread and soup, followed by a delightful quiche Lorraine. But we were confused when the waitress arrived with our antipasta-french fry platter, complete with bits of broken dish on Laura's plate! We couldn't stop laughing; there are some things we never thought we'd eat in France: french drssing, french toast, and french fries!
Fortified by our french fries, we went out to explore the city of Lourdes...but more on that later....
It's great to learn that "The X" and all the rest are thriving, and eating well, in France. I wonder if the paper-boy will catch up with you and get his $4.
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