Years ago, my daughter was in Paris for the first time. She was a year or two, so she didn’t remember. Because our campsite was about a 45-minute drive from Paris, she got enthusiastic about getting there.
I knew I needed an environmental badge to drive in Paris, so I ordered one online. I only had to wait for an email with a temporary badge. It would take weeks before the sticker reached me by mail in Holland. With the email, I went to the campsite reception to have it printed.
At first, we drove into the city. I was wearing my stocking. My supporting brace for my ankle was in my bag, just in case I needed it. We went to see the Eifel tower and ate a chocolate croissant in the park under the Eifel tower.
After a short walk, I got blisters under my foot, where I didn’t wear a stocking. We went back to the car to change shoes. Unfortunately, I only took toe slippers with me, not suitable to wear with a stocking that covered my toes. So I had to take off my stocking.
We made a nice walk through Paris, visited the Disney Store on the Champs Elysee. And we ate a big chocolate Macaron at Paul’s. At a paper stand, we bought a New York Times.
After our visit, we took the car to La Defense to go shopping. We didn’t buy much, my daughter didn’t like it that we had to clean our hands in every store. Sometimes that meant cleaning your hands every minute and that hurt her skin. At the end of our stay, we ate at Mac Donalds.
The other days we spent around the campsite. Swimming helped me loosen up my ankle, and I went bike riding every other day. My daughter enjoyed the swimming pool and didn’t accompany me in the biking part anymore. She told me she didn’t have a physical therapist that told her she had to bike.
I had a few normal days like the day in Paris. Even if it meant I needed to rest more the day before, and the day after. I still slept a lot during the day. At the campsite, I was sleeping at the swimming pool for a few moments during the day. I still couldn’t concentrate on reading. I took many magazines from home. One magazine had been enough. After all, I could read the same articles repeatedly because I didn’t remember what I had read. After two weeks of camping at the same campsite, we went home.
The drive home went okay, we stopped many times and I wore my stocking. Being outside for two weeks had done me good.
