It took some time to acquire passports and arrange for time off from work, but at last the Bastida-Ray family arrived in France, in a charming little village in the French countryside.
“I can’t wait! I want to eat French fries and French bread,” said Violeta, who loved to eat. “And soufflé, and crepes, and escargot, and quiche…”
“I can’t wait to taste a good bottle of French wine,” said Lily.
“How about we start things off with a nice French kiss?” said Adriano, with a suggestive lift of the eyebrows.
“Da-aad! Don’t say things like that in front of us kids!” Sofia frowned.
There were so many things to see and do in France. It was a little challenging, trying to get around with little knowledge of the French language, but somehow they managed. They tried eating all sorts of French cuisine and delicacies. Michael and Adriano even dared to taste escargot and frogs’ legs, while the rest of the family looked on in horror.
“What’s the big deal?” asked Adriano. “It tastes like fish.”
Michael gave him a puzzled look. “Don’t you mean it tastes like chicken?”
“Meh. Everyone says that,” said Adriano. “Anyway, I like fish better than chicken.”
Later, he and Lily discovered a wonderful old winery, where they washed down the rich French food with expensive French wines. Lily even got to stomp grapes and learn how to make homemade wines.
There was something for everyone in France. Sofia met a cute French boy and spent hours playing chess with him (even though she was not crazy about playing chess).
And night after night, when the children had retreated to their hotel room, exhausted from a long day of fun, Adriano and Lily retreated to their own hotel room, where they had even more fun, and more wine, and plenty of French kisses.