Vespa Ride in Paris: Saving the Best for Last

Ready to start our Vespa day in Paris!
Ready to start our Vespa day in Paris!

Since we rode off from our wedding on a Vespa, it was only fitting that we spend our last day in Paris on one.  It was the perfect activity for a Sunday since most of the shops were closed. We spent the day re-visiting the entire city, which by the end of the week, we had already seen by foot and by metro. Now it was time to see it all one more time, and what better way than by renting a scooter?

RM and I found a wonderful company called Paris by Scooter, which rents Vespas out by the day. It’s run by a friendly, entrepreneurial Frenchman named Xavier, who drops the Vespa off at your hotel in the morning and picks it up that evening. An added bonus–it’s even cheaper if you keep the scooter overnight. If we had found the company sooner, we probably would have rented it for the whole week. That’s how cool it was.

We were all over the city in no time. RM has been driving motorcycles for years, so he was completely comfortable zipping in and out of traffic. As we came up on the circle around the Arc de Triomphe, RM dodged the motorcycles cutting in front of us, while I held on tight with one arm and took video with my other. One of the best things about it was the parking options! Free parking, right up front, wherever you want to go. You also don’t have to sit in traffic with all of the cars because you can scoot right past them! Not to mention the cool factor. I mean, did we look cool or what?

Who are those two cool Parisians?
Who are those two cool Parisians?

Here’s to you, Mr. Columbus!

I realized yesterday that I have a new favorite holiday, and strangely enough, that holiday is Columbus Day.  It’s not for the impressive feat that Mr. Columbus did—or didn’t—accomplish, but rather because it has now become a day in which RM and I spend special time with each other, just the two of us (the kiddies were in school).

We don’t do anything particularly out of the ordinary or flashy on this day; we just spend quality time with each other, preferably outdoors.  Last year, we were in the early passionate days of our relationship, and we spent the day lying on a blanket on Alki Beach.  I still remember cuddling and giggling as the warm sun shone down on us.  There were a few other people on the beach, but to us, it didn’t matter.  We were the only ones who existed.

Here are a few pics from that day last year:

This is love.
This is love
RM loves this one. I think my face is ridiculous. He looks fantastic though :)
RM loves this one. I think my face is ridiculous. He looks fantastic though 🙂
Over the moon.
Over the moon.

This year, we were still in the passionate days of our relationship—we’re convinced those will never end, so don’t try to tell us otherwise!  It was a beautiful fall day, so we decided to take the Vespa all the way to Snoqualmie Falls on back roads.  I’ve been to the Falls quite a few times, but I’ve never ridden there on a scooter, taking in the beautiful fall scenery as the wind and sun hit my face, arms wrapped around my sweetie.

Here are a few pics from this year’s Columbus Day at the Falls:

Super excited for the hot cocoa when we arrived at Snoqualmie Falls. It was a chilly ride!
Super excited for the hot cocoa when we arrived at Snoqualmie Falls. It was a chilly ride!
Dynamic Duo
Dynamic Duo
Enjoying the Falls :)
Enjoying the Falls 🙂

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Well, life sans lice was nice, while it lasted.  On Friday, the morning after RM delivered my adorable, red Vespa, he checked my head—just for old time’s sake, of course.  It has been 48 hours since he last checked it, but I had been lice-free for several days prior to that.  Not expecting to see anything notable, we were shocked when he found new eggs.  Apparently, the time spent treating EW at her house caused a RE-infestation.

*Cue the tears.*

Here I am riding along to the WA state licensing office to buy new tags for the Vespa.  It was about to close, so I had no choice but to go there with the lice serum on my head.  No, that’s not sweat glistening on my neck.  Great look for me, right?

Wearing a helmet while Vespa-riding with lice?  No problemo.  I’ll just use this handy dandy shower cap.

The Big Gesture

Ever since seeing the movie Chasing Liberty back in 2004 (okay, I also own it and have seen it several times since then and may or may not have cut my hair to look like Mandy Moore’s after seeing it the first time—big mistake!), I have longed for what she calls, “the big gesture.”  What is “the big gesture?” you ask.  Well, it is just what it sounds like it is.  Someone giving something up for you, showing you how much he appreciates you—how much he loves you.  I made the comment to my BFF that after the whole lice extravaganza and the cancellation of our weekend getaway sans kiddies to celebrate our anniversary, I was feeling in need of a “big gesture” from my sweetie.  I was burnt out.  I wasn’t hoping he would quit his job or anything crazy (like in the movie), but just some sort of thoughtful evening to show that he recognized how hard I had worked to make the kiddies lice-free.  A mini “big gesture,” perhaps.  Honestly, at the point I was in, I was just looking forward to RM and I having a quiet night alone, cuddling on the couch.  I think that would have done it!

RM surprised with me with much more than that.  I was waiting for him to get back into town last week, and he let me know that he was going to be arriving late that night and that he would need my help carrying items in from his car.  He called and said he was down the street so to go ahead and come out to meet him in the driveway.  I peeped my head out the front door and didn’t see him, so I continued to wait inside until I saw him pull in.  Afterall, it was midnight.

Minutes went by and he still hadn’t pulled into the driveway.  Then I saw someone cruise by on a Vespa.  It was dark, so I could hear it more than I could see it.  I thought to myself, I’ll have to tell RM that someone in the neighborhood has a Vespa.  Now, what you don’t know, dear readers, is that I have wanted a Vespa for as long as I can remember.  I think it stems from my punk rocker days and the MxPx song that says, “Take a ride on my Vespa… I’ll take you home… letting you know that you’re the bomb… and you blew up on me.”  Several months ago, I saw the most adorable red one at Pike’s Place market, and I haven’t stopped talking about it since.  That is until, RM showed up on my doorstep with this:


As BFF said, now THAT is a big gesture.  Apparently, RM was tallying how many times I mentioned Vespa a week (I swear I wasn’t dropping hints!  I didn’t dream he would ever do something like this. No, really!), and he started a “Vespa fund” for me.  He happened to come across a great deal, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.  Thanks, RM for the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received!