"Desculpe-me, tenho cocô nas calças."

If you thought I'd be in Paris, France today... so did I.
So this morning, the alarm clock went off at 5:15 a.m. and our luggage was packed. (Including Jeff's. He was America bound.) So, we get ready to head to the airport in time to make it on our 8:10 a.m. flight straight to Paris. In the car it is quiet because of the early wake up call, but we eventually make it into the airport where we part ways with Jeff due to our separate destinations & we eventually find our boarding area where we follow the long line with our eyes are become a little agitated. This line was so crazy long. So we mosey on back which is incredibly far from the check-in counter that I literally thought that we may not make it. Then a pack of about, oh, 45 something French teenagers all gather behind us, and as I have learned previously... the French don't know a whole lot about personal space. Making our way to the very front after trying to claim our boarding passes electronically and duh, the thing isn't working, we were a bit irritated at 7:00 a.m. Yet, we handed the lady our passports and let out a sigh of relief... until... the assistant politely smiled at us and pulled out her pen to circle on our confirmation papers the date: July 30, 2010!

Yep! That's right folks! We were one day ahead of ourselves and were obviously overly anxious... I couldn't help but to start cracking up at the situation and think about how foolish we were for that even happening. Luckily, it is now a hilarious story. (& we were extremely up and ready for the day) So we went over to the airports little bistro and had ourselves some delightful breakfast. By this time Jeff had already checked through security which means that he actually was flying out on the 29th... Still laughing from the rare event that happened earlier we drove back to the apartment where we laid down on the couch, stuck in the movie Enchanted and caught some of the missing hours of sleep from the night before.

Waking up we all took our time to do little things here and there without any cares and eventually Luana and I decided that today was THE day for IKEA. (Not that IKEA needs a day... any day is good for that wonderful oasis.) Arriving to IKEA the day was still a little thrown off from the weird sleep cycle and the not really knowing what exactly what was going on... Walking into the IKEA Cafeteria I immediately  noticed the difference in food from the one in America. There were options of little cakes, fresh fish, loads of bread, a fruit and salad bar, and basically anything that is decent for your body. Including little 40 cent espresso drinks. That is something that we would never have. (Including the free refills if one so desired.) We went through the line with our plastic trays and gathered scrumptious food items on and eventually left the serving area with our meal desires, satisfied.

We walked through the perfectly placed setting that is called IKEA and I filled my brain with so many decorating styles and wants and desires for my new room that will be empty for me to fill when I return back to Texas. I love that store. I love the furniture. I love the mirrors. I love the kitchenware. I just want a house full of IKEA... and maybe some other unique finds. But we spent a good junk of time just hanging out and choosing wisely what was really necessary and not just tempting due to the low price tags. We eventually narrowed things down after passing by too expensive bedspreads, and deciding which cooking dishes were necessary and we headed to the check out with multiple shelves and cute little other things. After finally making it out of IKEA after what seemed so short, but actually was so long, we headed to grab groceries at the mall.  Since the mall not only contains the grocery store but some other fashionable venues, we of course had to walk around and to find some of the essential Portuguese finds I had been wanting; yellow Havaianas and Aladdin pants. WINNERS! We then eventually pulled out the essential food pieces and headed back home finally to get ready for a surprise dinner for their aunt for her birthday (which accidentally happened the day before.)

We arrived back home and threw her present together and went to surprise her to tell her we were all going out to have dinner at a local favorite. She was so surprised when we had showed up and she was already prepared for bed. We all got into the car and headed over with hungry bellies. Apparently this place had any plate that you would be satisfied with, even if you didn't know any other language but English. Munching on little appetizers, we eventually picked out an array of genuine Italian cuisines. Laughing and not truly understanding the full conversation, our meals eventually were delivered to us and they were scarfed down instantly. After filling our bellies with a delicious meal (plus later on a chilly lime Calippo) and wishing their tia happy birthday once more, we all went back to our place of rest and we did just that because we had another early morning routine ahead of us.