France: The Embarrassing, the Creepy, and the Silly

“What’s this?” the cute guy asked, picking up the bag and opening it. We were on a tour bus, parked somewhere in France.

Oh no, I thought, please don’t let that be my bag! Please don’t let that be my bag!


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My pre-teen adventures in France

He was 17, from Oklahoma, and on the same tour of France. I thought he was cute. Very cute. I had pretty much zero interaction with him. He was nearly an adult, while I was still a child. He pulled out the the contents of the bag.

Oh yes, that was my bag. My face started to burn. I turned red all the way to my ears.

The view from the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France

The view from the Eiffel Tower (courtesy of Simone N.)

I couldn’t find my bag the evening before. My mom suggested that I must’ve left it on the bus. I know I’d picked up everything by my seat. That meant I’d have to search the bus in the morning, before the teenagers boarded.

I was too late.

The hottie on the bus was holding my bra and underwear

This cannot be happening. Oh yes, it was happening. My very first bra, purchased in Nice , and a matching pair of underwear were in that bag and were now in the cutie’s hand. Unknown to me, my bag had slid along the bottom of the bus and ended up sitting under the seat he chose that morning. 

“That’s mine!” I managed to squeak. Even before I said it, he realized what he was holding and quickly dropped the items back into the bag. He handed it to me quicker than you drop a hot potato. Red faced and mortified, I raced back to my seat near the front of the bus.

The worst part? It was too small!

I was so excited about the matching set. It seemed like the most french thing I could get and it was adorable. What would you have bought in France? Maybe something more practical? I ended up never wearing the set. I should’ve framed it and hung it on the wall.

That moment took place in France in 1990. Did I mention I was mortified? I remember that moment and I remember the crush. I do not remember his name.*

It was Deja Vu all Over Again (Except it was my first experience with it)

Lisa was at the other end of the hallway. We’d been wandering around the Swiss hotel with shower caps on our heads. She shoved hers in her pocket as part of our game. The specifics? I can’t remember! We were goofing around and entertaining ourselves as only 11 year old kids can.

She pulled the shower cap out of her pocket with a big goofy grin on her face. Then, her smile faded.

“I just had deja vu,” she said. I was vaguely aware of the concept and it scared the crap out of me. The hotel was only around 60 years old then. We spent the rest of the evening wondering if the hotel was haunted and if she’d been there before in a past life.

That, my swiss watch, and chocolate are my memories of our two days in Switzerland.

My Turn to Embarrass My Mother

“Ne pas fumer,” I said.

My mom is a fluent in French. She had been speaking long enough that French native speakers would ask, “Where in France are you from?”

My father speaks a few phrases in many languages. While French wasn’t in his wheelhouse, knowing the “bad” words in several languages is definitely his strong suit.

“Ne pas pétant,” I said with a belly laugh. We were at a crowded French market. I said it a few more times, mostly in English, before my mother telling me to stop sank in. She had no time to miss my father with me around, huh?

Fart humor is still my wheelhouse. That’s excellent since saying poop, pee, and fart are my children’s favorite jokes. No punchline needed.

Waiting for the Elevator in the Eiffel Tower

The Eiffel Tower was the first thing I looked for upon our arrival in Paris. I knew we had to visit it. I remember the crowds. It was busy. I remember the elevator. I remember the view. It didn’t hold my interest as long as it would now, that’s for sure.

It was still really cool to see in real life.

From the ground, the view to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

The view to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Courtesy of Simone N.

When it was time to return to the ground, we had to wait in line again. When the doors open, those coming up would burst out. Those going down push in. There was room for us in the elevator, we were about to go in and a group of tourists cut the line and filled up the elevator.

There were so many people and I really wanted to get back to the bottom. However, we were left waiting for the next arrival.

You only get hit by a mercedes Taxi once

Our layover on the way home was in Germany. I convinced my mother to go outside of the airport, solely to be able to say that I’ve been to Germany. I almost got run over by a mercedes Taxi cab. Germany, I will visit you and explore just as soon as I can!

I no longer consider Germany as a country I’ve visited. It no longer counts!

The Lesson for Adult Me

As you can see from the few little snippets above, traveling with children is similar to staying home with children. However, you get to see the Eiffel Tower while talking about farts. It’s a reminder to not take life so seriously. Go forth and travel with your family!

What is one of your early travel memories? Did you take any memorable or life changing trips as a youth?

*My friend and I  realized that we were on the same trip and didn’t even remember it! She told me the cutie’s name is Dan. So, Dan from Stillwater: Hi!

12 thoughts on “France: The Embarrassing, the Creepy, and the Silly

  1. Lyon says:

    Haha!! I’m glad you survived that little brush of embarrassing escapade. Unfortunately I didn’t get the chance to travel when I was young….my first was when I was in Uni but I aim to make up for it now!

    p/s hope you meet Dan somewhere along your travels! 🙂

    • natalie says:

      I feel so fortunate to have traveled when I was a kid. Sadly, I didn’t make travel a priority as an adult until now.

      It would be really funny if I did run into Dan. I’m sure he would get a big laugh at having all the younger kids having crushes on him.

  2. Elaine Masters says:

    Loved this as I grew up taking road trips with my family and there are so many memories. I tried to instill a love of travel in my son. Now at 20 he seems to have gotten the message. Fun post. Thanks for the memories.

    • natalie says:

      I agree! I also want to travel as much as possible and as soon as possible. I know my kids may not remember very much, but the sights, sounds, and tastes will be imprinted.

  3. Mags says:

    Isn’t it funny the things that we remember from childhood? Or the things that embarrass us. Being an adult is pretty cool. I’m glad I don’t still have to be embarrassed about wearing a bra (but I’m still enough of a child that fart jokes are funny)

    • natalie says:

      Right?! I was embarrassed! Now, I really don’t care.

      I seriously considered getting my dad a “fart gun” (from Despicable Me) for his birthday. I hope farts are always funny!

  4. Jennifer Melroy says:

    My earliest childhood memory is from Long Beach Washington. I was 10 months and had just mastered walking. Sand was a new challenge. I remember falling and getting sand in my french fries.

    I love your memories from early travels.

    • natalie says:

      Wow! I didn’t think it was possible to remember anything from that young of an age! That is incredible. I bet sandy french fries aren’t very tasty 😀

  5. Trish says:

    Entertaining read! Refreshing literary style in the blog world where everthing nowadays seem to revolve around the “Top 5 This or That”. I enjoyed it. 🙂

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