So let’s see:
one overnight trip on a bus from Cappadocia to Istanbul;
a day in Istanbul of visiting an ancient church with tremendous golden mosaic remnants on the walls;
one night in Istanbul;
five days in Paris, replete with macaroons, The Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, an on-and-off bus tour of the entire city, some hours at Sacre Coeur watching buskers perform, a trip around Monmarte to view artists at work, an afternoon in the historic and jaw-dropping spaces of Versailles, an after-dark hangout in front of Notre Dame so as to watch the shadows dance amongst the gargoyles and filagreed architecture, shopping along the Champs Elysees, repeat visits to street crepe stands, a passle of hours in Paris’ floral park (a place featuring no less than four playgrounds), unlimited passes to public transportation;
a trip under the English Channel;
a night near the station where Paddington Bear gained legend;
three nights in a hotel with a swimming pool and breakfasts of Rice Crispies and Cumberland sausages;
two days of rides and fireworks at the much-hallowed Windsor Legoland;
another night in London to sleep in a room with bunkbeds and then take in the science museum, ride the London Eye, and visit the home of The Queen;
another trip under the sea by train;
multiple experiences with Subway sandwiches, KFC chicken, Starbursts, Skittles, Ritz Crackers, tortilla chips–all tastes of home not experienced in Cappadocia;
another night in Paris, during which the final Hannah Montana episode is watched;
then again to Istanbul for some big city hustle;
finally a flight back to Cappadocia.
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In reflecting on the trip in its entirety, the kids are in agreement:
the coolest thing of all was the toilet on the Eurostar train through The Chunnel. See, you flush it with your foot, by pressing down on a button on the floor.
And. that’s. just. awesome.
Totally better than Versailles.
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Put another way:
for less than a quarter of the cost of the whole vacation, we could have installed a new toilet in our house, one that flushes with a press of the foot, and given the little buggers a daily thrill surpassing an up-close-and-personal view of The Mona Lisa.
Having kids redefines Buyers’ Remorse.
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