Woo-hoo!

I've given my word that I won't post "Our Ride Back to the Hotel" on Youtube. However, I am unable to find a more suitable way of sharing this so I compromised. I have my setting on private which means no one can see it on YOutube without my invitation and I'm only broadcasting it on this blog.

This video has been a long time coming. I could name at least two people I promised to send this snippet back in May. Life has a funny way of stealing your precious moments and replacing them with the mundane drudgery and everything else. It is a bit underwhelming considering that this piece is not even a minute long. But for those of us who were on this European jaunt together, I am certain that this will bring us a smile or even a chuckle or two.

"Paris je t' aime..a la nouvelle eve...." That was what those Parisian women were singing as they waved us, tourists, adieu. Outside the cabaret, we waited for Francesco, our gorgeous Italian driver to pick us up. Everyone seemed animated thanks to the liberal use of French wine and champagne that most of us had. I, for one, have lost count how many times I needed to go for a bathroom break after three glasses of wine and two glasses of champagne.

When Francesco came and got all of us inside the motorcoach, there was a bit of a traffic delay due to another tour bus loading our less interesting counterparts. Kevin, our amazing tour director slash mind-boggling village schoolmaster, then decided to regale us with his backflip. Twice. The high-pitched voice in the background is the wife of the soccer player whose name I cannot remember. She was studying for a law exam, I think. The other voice going, "woo-hoo!" is me.

Good times!