Alas, here I sit, pulling at air and sucking at strings for a loverly topic for my loyal 143-279 page viewers and it comes to me: this one time, in Paris, we fought. A lot.
We got so mad, infuriated, flugurgitated, that we separated. Split up, just like that, poof!, we did, on the dirty streets of a busy city we had never explored with our non existent French skills.
(In case you're the type that reads the last page first, we found each other again.)
We got so mad, infuriated, flugurgitated, that we separated. Split up, just like that, poof!, we did, on the dirty streets of a busy city we had never explored with our non existent French skills.
(In case you're the type that reads the last page first, we found each other again.)
I should say, we really just went to opposite ends of this giant garden outside of some museum and sat. For an hour. Pointing in different directions, waiting for the other person to cross the beret-wearing and thin-moustached Frenchies to come apologize. And NOW!
Somehow, we did make up. Someone crossed a low hedge and approached the other with crow in hands, ready to eat, table for two.
And I realized that if we could fight, split, and find each other again in a foreign country, this must be love.
Sometimes you just need to LEAVE ME ALONE BECAUSE LOOKING AT YOUR FACE IS SO RIDICULOUSLY ANGER INDUCING THAT I COULD LITERALLY PUKE A BRICK AND HURL IT AT YOUR SURLY EYES CAUSE I'M AGONNA MAKE YOU FEEL THE PAIN OF MY FURY.
Ya know?
Funny thing is, we were somehow still irritated at each other at some point on this excursion when we wandered our way to the tacky (says the Parisians) Eiffel Tower. Here we are, in the most romantic place on earth, besides Cinderella's castle, and we want to punch each other in the ovaries.
Which is why the best picture we have of the Eiffel Tower, and us, are included in this post. Le sigh.
Don't fret though, I promise we love. The Arc de Triomphe proved an industrious place for our growing love to bloom.
What's your favorite personal love story?
Lol, so this has nothing to do with my husband, but everything to do with my brother. (And I apologize for hijacking your comments, but hang with me!) So I lived in England for a year (study abroad) and my brother came out to travel around Europe with me for two weeks.
ReplyDeleteTWO weeks is a very long time with someone you usually bicker with every two seconds. I mean, we got along, but we're still brother and sister and we like to argue. Paris was one of our last stops and we hadn't fought once during the entire trip...until Paris.
ALL we did was argue and fight. I think there's something in the water...errrr...wine in Paris that makes people quarrel! Anyway, long story short, I had a similar, non-romantic story :)
Not my hubby, but my sister and I did the exact same thing. In Barcelona. Oh, and in Paris, we had a huge fight at the train station - cursing and all. Yep, we were the Ugly Americans that day. So embarassing.
ReplyDeleteI have no interesting abroad-stories, but one of our bigger fights was after dinner one night on the streets of DC. I felt like such an ass.. I was totally that girl crying and causing a fit at 10pm on a Saturday night that everyone stares at and makes fun of. Soo not good!
ReplyDeleteWhenever my fiance and I go on vacation, since we never take days off, the first day we fight about everything while we're getting into the routine of being off work and doing nothing, lol!
ReplyDeleteOh no! I'm sorry you had such a fight, but, at least you made up in the most romantic city. :D
ReplyDeleteMy biggest fight with the hubs was at dinner one night, and at this point, I don't even remember why!
Truth be told, we fought on our honeymoon. Because we were traveling without a plan in the US (nowhere romantic) and I was feeling like we weren't being romantic enough. I think if you can work through your fights and find each other again thats all that matters.
ReplyDeletePS I love that you went to the opposite sides of a park it's pretty funny :)
I loved this post! It was so real and I know that everyone experiences exactly what you all did. Thanks for sharing. :)
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