So remember when I told you all I was going to LA? Well, I lied. I didn't do it on purpose, promise. I honestly thought I was going to LA, too—I packed beach towels, swim suits, and everything
Turns out I wouldn't be needing them. Because, boy oh boy, did Matthew surprise me; We were going to Paris instead.
I was just a wee bit excited, in case you couldn't tell. (I think Christina was, too. ...that's her giggling in the background.)
So off we went on an 11 hour flight—eek! But it was all worth it because when we landed, WE WERE IN PARIS. And people were speaking french. And there was so much bread and cheese. so much.
Stay tuned for pictures and trip details!