I mean that literally. My 41st birthday lasted for 36 hours.
En route to Paris France from Manila, with a connecting flight to Singapore, the day was extended to a few more hours. After gruelling 14 hour flight with the husband and little boy, we landed at the Charles de Gaul airport at 7am and hailed a cab to the hotel.
It was also my first European trip, ever. So you can imagine how giddy I was to finally see the mystical city of lights, the fashionable Parisians, the beautiful culture that I had only read about and seen in pictures. I knew I’d visit Paris in this lifetime, but not within this year, and certainly not on my birthday. But my husband has a way of going above and beyond expectations, and this was one instance out of many (hashtag blessed. truly).
We almost slept the day away from sheer exhaustion. But my husband was adamant that we at least see the Eiffel Tower on my birthday, so we dragged ourselves out of bed and hopped onto the nearest Metro.
It was only about 5 degrees celsius outside, but for us tropical folks the cold was unbearable. However the adrenaline and excitement got the better of us and all the tiredness melted away as soon as we caught an unexpected glimpse of la Tour Eiffel from the onboard the dingy Metro. I actually gasped when I saw it, it was so beautiful.
We got hungry quickly, so we got into the first touristy place we could find near the area. Comfort food is what we had – spaghetti for the little boy, and pizza for me and the husband.
In the next ten days, we visited the area around the Eiffel about 3 times more, so better photos are in store next time.