In about eight weeks our family will be ending an almost three tour of Europe and returning to the states. As I write this, we are currently in the car heading to the Provence region of France for a week. It was at our first stop, a French gas station, I realized how much shock my eldest will be in upon returning to her homeland. She was four when we arrived and seven when it is time to leave. Though it isn't necessarily a long time, I'm learning that it is quite an impressionable time.
For instance: the gas stations in Europe are these large, American large, complexes with gas, full restaurant, wide open and clean bathrooms, and a little shopping area. Now, if you do have to use the toilet, you better have some change or find another way to relief yourself of your facilities. My daughter has become a gas station snob. We did stop for lunch, but hubby and I were happy getting a pre-made sandwich and a drink. Now before you make that face, realize that these sandwiches over here are darn tootin' good. However, this was not good enough for our princess. She now has come to expect a full service meal when stopping for gas. And I quote "If all we were just going to have is sandwiches when we stopped, why didn't Daddy just pack the picnic basket?". Well, your Highness, he did pack the picnic basket, but with food for our trip. On the flip side, when we arrived at our apartment so automatically ventured out into the balcony. One minute later she comes blazing in "Mom, you have ton come see this! We can actually hang our clothes out to dry! That is so cool!". Would you believe she did just that? She found all sorts of stuff to dry this morning out on the line. It's a give and take situation. I'm glad that we get to experience it all.
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