Just as we could use the internet on the plane, we are now completely disconnected in the French countryside. We flew to Paris. With the suitcase in one hand, and our party outfits in the other, we left her for what she is. Even in the distance, I couldn't even catch a glimpse of her famous tower. We had to move on, and right away. Final destination: Normandy.

We are sleeping in a beautiful chateau. On the first evening, we dined in elegant evening gowns and the men in black bow ties, and yesterday it finally happened: the wedding. The party was grand. My husband only arrived when the clock struck five in the morning, and I was luckily already in bed for a while. But man, oh man, weddings are just wonderful.

Tomorrow we are going home again, and that without even visiting the city of love. And that does hurt a little... but hey, being disconnected for a while is also good for a change.

And the best thing about short trips is that we will soon be reunited with this chubby bear... Yes, that is definitely the best part.