I spent my twenty-first and twenty-second birthdays in France. I lived a year in Bordeaux, studying and perfecting my French skills. My husband and I honeymooned there. At 22 years of age, I considered myself a world traveler. And I fully intended to spend every birthday in Europe.
But, as we know… life is subject to change.
In those last eighteen years since my feet set ground in la belle France, our family has welcomed six babies, moved cross-country and back again, and fought our way out of consumer debt. It’s not like we were sitting around twiddling our thumbs when we could have been globe trotting.
However, earlier this year, after watching a series of France-based films, my husband and I looked at each other and said, “Why not?”
- Why not take the kids to France?
- Why not make the investment of time and money to travel to Europe with SIX kids?
- Why not expose them to a culture that was once near and dear to my heart and a huge part of my everyday?