Hopital

As i mentioned before, my parents came to visit a few weeks ago. We had such an amazing time, but at the end of our trip April's intestines gave us a little surprise: they wanted out! Ok, that sounds a bit funny, but really we had to race her to the ER because of all her stomach pains. Dad and I were making fun of her, thinking she just had to poop out a giant cheese ball, but turns out part of her intestine needed to be removed. The hopitals (yes, this is not a misspelling) in Paris are a bit 'different' than in the US, especially in the ER on a Friday night. In the end she made it out alive, with the help of a few french friends (for translation), support of Sherry and Greg and dad making me call the US Embassy, the American Hospital, the president, a few bribes and 6 nuns;) yeah, dad was freakin' out. Anywho, I present you my proof!

The day after. A little crippled, but OK!

A little dirt never killed anyone?

They were very resourceful.