Some funny stories for you

Thought we would post a couple funny stories for you all. We flew to Barcelona from Paris yesterday and spent the time in the airport writing these. More later about Espana.

"That's a pig!" Sarah exclaimed as a push cart slowly wheeled by her at the airport in Paris with an interesting package on top. It was an actual pig. Dead. But, still, a pig it was.

Speaking of pigs, here's a question for you. Who knows the universal word for "ham"? Well, never fear, if you don't cause you about to learn. During our stay in Paris we found out. Here's the story. Aimee walked into the local Marche (food mart) in search of something to eat when she came across a refrigerator with rows and rows of prepackaged sandwiches. Deciding that a ham sandwich would satisfy her hunger pangs, she began her search. Unfortunately, this was not as easy as one might think for just looking at the contents of each package did not necessarily give away what it was. By the way, Sarah wouldn't even go near them for this reason. After several minutes of perplexity, Aimee decided to seek assistance. "Excuse moi, Monsieur, is this ham?" Aimee asked pointing at the container she was holding. To which she merely received a blank stare in response. Thinking quickly, Aimee decided to try another term. "Pig?" she asked. Again, blank stare. So, ever so creative and determined, Aimee decided to try yet again. This time, she asked with a simple, yet rather loud, "Snnoooort!" to which, Le Monsieur excitedly nodded his head up and down and exclaimed "Oui! Oui! Jambon!" with an enormous grin on his face. We all laughed together. So, now you know how to say ham in any language: snort.


Now that we have told you about our diets while in Paris you might be thinking that we are sure to come back having doubled in size. And, honestly, we have sometimes thought this might be case as we were afraid we were getting bigger and bigger until we realized it was actually just the douches (showers) getting smaller and smaller with each new place we have stayed. Plus, with all the walking and walking and walking we have been doing, it is impossible for us to be growing that much. Each day, Aimee has been calculating our steps with her pedometer. Franny and Janine, get ready to be blown away. According to the pedometer, we walked 40,223 steps on Friday. On Saturday, we walked an additional 64,930 steps. We acknowledge that this is probably not entirely accurate but our tired legs and feet certainly feel like they have walked that many. Plus, even if it was only half that amount, we think that is still pretty impressive.