The France trip was great buuuuuut those posts were the highlights from the trip.

I didn’t talk about how we were dripping with sweat while in Paris, and there was a particularly awful train ride from Versailles back into the city where we could barely breathe. There was the night we couldn’t agree on a place for dinner and we ended up consuming what may have been the grossest pizza that has ever entered my mouth. Or how many times I worried about the freakin’ rental car because they made us upgrade and the car stressed me out. (The happiest moment of the trip: returning the rental car.)

I didn’t write about the waiter who HATED us, or how he talked shit about us to our new waiter when we returned the next night, or how Josh gleefully announced that he needed to go back to the restaurant a third time because we were smitten with this waiter who hated us. (We did. We went back. He was still mean.)

I didn’t write about the bird that shat on me in Luxembourg Gardens. It was my first time ever having a bird shit on me. It hurt. It felt like someone shot me with a paint ball. I had to take off my shirt in a public bathroom (after paying 1 euro for the privilege of using said bathroom) to wash my shirt. I became wary of all pigeons after that moment despite being a huge lover of pigeons.

The main point: Yes, it was fun. Yes, I love traveling with the twins and Josh, especially when they are providing alternative titles to art at the Louvre. But behind every pretty picture of Sacré-Cœur there also exists a woman worried about pickpockets.

This Roundup is the 13-year anniversary of the Roundup. The first one went up on July 21, 2006. (Very amused that I mentioned the garden in that post because it was only up for a single summer and it barely grew anything.) I’ve missed or we’ve had special Roundups 25 times over 13 years. But if I average 4 posts per Roundup and there have been 651 Roundups… that means that I’ve featured about 2604 blog posts. 2604 blog posts!

Happy birthday, little Roundup.

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Stop procrastinating.  Go make your backups.  Don’t have regrets.

Seriously.  Stop what you’re doing for a moment.  It will take you fifteen minutes, tops.  But you will have peace of mind for days and days.  It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments in order to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week.  In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• “The Universe Is Screwing With Me, Big Time” (The Road Less Travelled)

Okay, now my choices this week.

Life Without Baby has a story about a woman conveying that she doesn’t have children. “She didn’t pause for people to give her sympathetic looks, she didn’t elaborate on why she couldn’t have children, and she didn’t explain that she’d wanted to have them or tried to. She said it matter-of-factly, as if she’d been telling us she didn’t care for the taste of liver and onions.” She didn’t apologize or explain. It was just one fact out of many pertaining to her life. It’s a great way to live.

The Uterus Monologues has an amazing post about being in an in-between place after her losses. She writes, “Sometimes, like me, you exist in an in-between state. I may not have living children, or even a scan photo, but I’ve stepped over the threshold of motherhood and now I can’t go back. I’ve felt that all-consuming love for something both of yourself and bigger than yourself; the love for a child I thought I would have by now. I can never un-feel that.” Moreover, she’s pulling together posts for a project, so go over and add your voice.

Lastly, Hopelessly Infertile and Surrounded by Fertiles has a post about not being on a same page with family building as her husband, and how that’s okay, too. She explains, “Which sounds quite bleak and like I’m not getting what I want out of my marriage, if you only look at this one element, which is not where I’m going with this.” Because it’s one tiny piece of a larger whole, though it’s the tiny piece that she needed to process this week.

The roundup to the Roundup: 13th anniversary of the Roundup. Your weekly backup nudge.  And lots of great posts to read.  So what did you find this week?  Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between July 12th and 19th) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week?  Read the original open thread post here.

So yesterday, we left off in St. Malo, which was our first foray into Brittany. We left that city and went down to the Loire Valley, specifically Blois, which is where Jean Eugène Robert-Houdin (the father of modern magic) is from.

We did several days of château-hopping including Chambord, Blois, Amboise, and a boat ride under Chenonceau. We also saw quicksand for the third time. Isn’t that bizarre? I went 45 years of my life without ever seeing quicksand, and then we saw it in three different regions of France.

But what made the Loire Valley really special is that we spent a day with our friend from home (and the twins’ former French teacher) because she was there visiting her family. She showed us around her town, and her mother made us a five course lunch. (Which was followed by an enormous dinner after our walk.) And it was just such a fun day to watch our kids run around the yard while we drank Birlou and ate crusty bread.

We realized while we were there that sticking to our original plan to head next to Toulouse wasn’t possible due to the heat wave. Carcassonne was 103 degrees with few indoor spaces. The whole reason we were heading to Toulouse was because I’m obsessed with Occitan, so our friend suggested that we instead head back to Brittany where (1) it will be cooler, (2) it also has a local language — Breton, and (3) IT HAS PUFFINS!

We had no clue that France also had puffins, and since we are obsessed with puffins, we headed to Perros-Gueric (and the rest of the Pink Granite Coast) for a few days to read on the beach and watch seabirds. We learned, once we got there, that the gannets are the same flock we saw last year in Scotland, and they travel between Perros-Gueric and Bass Rock off of Berwick.

So we hung out in Perros-Gueric and ate galettes and tried to learn some Breizh. (Plijet bras on oc’h ober anaoudegezh ganeoc’h!)

And finally we returned to Paris for a few days to do a bunch of neighbourhood walks, including Montmartre and Saint Germain des Prés. Oh! And we went down into the Catacombs. And I returned to a scarf store that I loved 19 years ago and got myself a bunch of scarves for winter. While we didn’t go to any of the soccer games, we were there for all of the World Cup fun.

And then we flew home, to a land that has ice cubes but a severe lack of creperies. And, at least in our area, 100% less quicksand.

We need to go back to do the eastern side of the country in the future, though we may aim to go somewhere a little colder on our next trip.

So which country is the birthplace of modern magic, has one official language but seven local languages, and a capital city with zero stop signs? France! I mean, sure, the country may be better known for its baguettes, art, and landmarks such as the Eiffel Tower, but if I said that, you wouldn’t have gotten the joy of Googling yesterday.

So I’ve spoken about this Gwyneth Paltrow story before, but I really wanted that for my kids, too: “I wanted you to see Paris for the first time with a [person] who will always love you, no matter what.” And we said that to them on the last day, while we were standing in front of St. Sulpice. They got to see the City of Love (and a lot of the rest of France) with two people who will love them, no matter what. Plus, they got to practice using their French on a daily basis.

So we went to France for about three weeks.

We started in Paris and stayed near the Eiffel Tower for a week.

We spent the first part of the trip in the canicule, or heat wave. Yes, it was just as bad as you were hearing on the news. It’s a city with very little air conditioning, so we had to shift things around and did most of the neighbour walks towards the end of the trip (we returned to Paris) and spent most of the first part of the trip in art museums and various landmarks.

We went to the Louvre, Musée d’Orsay, Pompidou, and Rodin. We went out to Versailles. We went to the top of the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile. We went to 3579206 churches. (Okay, maybe it was more like 12 churches, but it felt like 3579206 churches.) And every single garden in the city. We ate falafel in the Marais and baguettes on Rue Crémieux. And crepes. There were so many crepes.

And Josh finally proposed on the Pont Neuf, which is what I had hoped he would do 19 years earlier.

And then we rented a car and headed to… Normandy. And I annoyed everyone in the car by belting out “Normandy” from Once Upon a Mattress. Our first stop was Étretat.

It was gorgeous, but even better, the water was so cold! We had a great time on the beach and then continued on to Bayeux, which was a highlight of the trip. We loved the town and the Bayeux Tapestry. And we toured the World War II fields. And we fell in love with the poppies that line all the roads in the area.

After a few days, we continued on to Mont St. Michel.

And St. Malo, which is technically Brittany. We ended up returning to Brittany later, but that story in a moment.

Actually, this is getting a little long, so I’ll throw up the rest of the towns tomorrow.

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I just got back from a trip. Hint: it’s the birthplace of modern magic. (As in, we literally went to the father of modern magic’s birthplace and grave.)

The place has one official language that is used everywhere, but also has seven local languages that are still in use in varying degrees, though some of the dialects are listed as “endangered languages.”

And the capital city has zero stop signs. Once upon a time, there was one stop sign, but that disappeared in 2014.

Any guesses? I’ll post the story tomorrow.

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