How to Feed An American Swimmer in Paris

by SwimSwam 10

January 11th, 2015 Club, International, Lifestyle

Courtesy ofย Karyn W. Tunks

Last summer Hubbie and I came to the startling realization that we have not had a family vacation in four years. I guess with all the packing of suitcases, miles driven, and Hampton Inn breakfasts consumed at away meets, it felt like we were traveling. After all, swim meets have similar characteristics of a vacation, except for the part where you get to relax and have fun. To make up for lost time, we made a hasty and drastic decision to go to Paris for Christmas. The holidays are obviously the best choice, not because of cheaper rates or desirable climate, but because the timing would mean less interference with SwimBoyโ€™s training schedule.

Our trip was planned with precision. Travel dates and hotel accommodations were carefully selected. Paris Passes were purchased in advance and had arrived in the mail. Hubbie studied the Metro system in Paris and calculated exchange rates. And I created a detailed itinerary that would enable us to see all the major sights in Paris along with trips to surrounding areas. By the time we boarded the plane for France, we were feeling pretty confident that all details had been handled. But we were wrong. We had overlooked an essential aspect of traveling with SwimBoy. Caloric intake.

Perhaps it was all the wonderful tales I had heard about the mass quantities of fresh bread and pastries we would consume while we were in Paris? Maybe I thought his appetite would diminish because he was not in the pool for hours everday? No. The truth is I had not given any thought to how SwimBoyโ€™s appetite would be sustained in Paris. This oversight has taught me two very important truths:

  1. Swimmers cannot live on bread alone.

  2. A break from training does not diminish a swimmerโ€™s appetite.

Day one after our arrival, we slept later than expected and all woke up starving. We first checked out the hotelโ€™s continental breakfast (priced at 17 euros or $20.15 per person). We descended a flight of stairs into a small basement and there before us was a plate of cold cuts, a bowl full of boiled eggs, and a pot of coffee. All of sudden, those Hampton Inn breakfasts werenโ€™t looking so bad. We politely declined, backed our way up the stairs and stepped out onto the streets of Paris in search of breakfast.

We found a lovely cafรฉ on Grand Boulevard, only a few blocks from our hotel. Hubbie and I ordered omelettes while SwimBoy made a more adventurous selection by jabbing his finger at the menu indicating his choice. We were delighted by the fresh omelettes and SwimBoy scarfed down what appeared to be a ham and cheese sandwich with a fried egg on top. Breakfast was done and we could get on with our day!

We were making our way through the major exhibits at the Musรฉe d’Orsay when SwimBoy announced he was not feeling well and needed to sit down. Noticing it had been several hours since heโ€™d had anything to eat or drink, we found a sidewalk cafรฉ and ordered lunch and three glasses of water. The waiter brought a small carafe of water and three shot glasses to the table. SwimBoy proceeded to continuously refill his glass and toss emโ€™ back like a sailor on leave after a dry voyage. The waiter said something in French and brought a second carafe of water to our table.

Nourished and somewhat hydrated we hit a few more sights from the itinerary. But before you could say, โ€œVive la France,โ€ SwimBoy began to ask how long until dinner. Hubbie and I looked at each other in that telepathic way parents do. We knew what had to be done so we headed to nearest Metro station. A few stops later and we arrived at that iconic institution, the Hard Rock Cafรฉ. SwimBoy made a dash for the front door like a refugee escaping political persecution. He polished off the 10 oz. Legendary Burger, fries, and Coco-Cola and for the first time in 24 hours began to act like himself again. I went to bed thinking of nothing but, โ€œHow are we going to keep this boy fed for the next seven days?โ€

The next morning we were heading to Palace of Versailles. The travel book listed a cafรฉ nearby that offered a breakfast buffet! To hold him over, SwimBoy polished off the last two packs of peanut butter crackers we had brought from home, washed them down with water drunk straight from the lavatory, and we were on our way. A 45 minute train ride later, we headed to an information booth at the station and asked for directions to the cafรฉ with the breakfast buffet. In excellent English the guide replied, โ€œI have no idea where that could be.โ€ Just when it looked as if there was no hope for breakfast, glowing golden arches appeared in the distance. Yep, we had breakfast in Versailles, France at McDonalds. And it was delicious. It was so good that we ate lunch there too before boarding the train back to Paris!

We nibbled through the rest of the day between landmarks and museums with the thought of where SwimBoy would eat his next meal never far from my mind. Just when I feared this would be the focus of our entire vacation, we made a magnificent discovery! Just one block from our hotel, lodged unassumingly among the shops on the street was a market! When the doors slid open and we stepped inside I knew this was the answer to our gastronomical prayers. We filled our hand-held baskets with perfectly ripened bananas, fresh baked baguettes, and chocolate covered biscuits. Every morning from that day on we stopped by to purchase fruit and croissants for breakfast and freshly made sandwiches for lunch. We stocked up on bottles of water and snacks for SwimBoy to munch on throughout the day. What a relief. Our vacation was saved!

Looking through the dozens of photos we took in Paris, I have great memories of the time we spent together as a family. But beyond the images of our smiling faces in front of the Louvre, Notre Dame, and the Eiffel Tower, I see a glimpse of gratitude for that little market on Rue Des Petites ร‰curies.

Please share your own experiences and advice for vacationing with swimmers.

Karyn TunksKaryn Tunks is a seasoned swim mom who likes to share tips, quips, and a candid point of view on the swim team lifestyle. Visit her blog here.

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beachmouse
9 years ago

I could seriously live on the Milka chocolate chip snack cakes we found at the Carrefour Express down the street from our Paris hotel room. That, and the world of Rittersport candy bar flavors I’d scored during our previous time in Germany, most of which are not usually sold in the USA. Or the snack of the warm nutella crepe made in front of you in the shadow of Notre Dame….

I don’t get the stereotype of Parisians as rude people. We made an attempt at French manners and were treated very kindly there.

aswimfan
Reply to  beachmouse
9 years ago

I am disappointed.

With the title of “HOW TO FEED AN AMERICAN SWIMMER IN PARIS” I expected a mouth-watering sumptuous list or mention of gastronomy items.
Maybe Bobo should write about those wonderful food to be found in Paris (minus the rude waiters…not stereotype, just my personal experience).

ERVINFORTHEWIN
Reply to  beachmouse
9 years ago

U could find way better quality chocolate from Belgium than Milka ( which is for us Belgians more than average quality ) and Nutella ( which is created with palm oil / Beuuurk ) ) come on , how didn’t u know about Belgian great chocolate tradition ? Brussels is 300 kms away .

liquidassets
Reply to  ERVINFORTHEWIN
9 years ago

Nutella is like crack. In the past I’ve made recovery drinks for meets or after practice with Nutella, milk and bananas. I didn’t realize it was Belgian, though!

beachmouse
Reply to  ERVINFORTHEWIN
9 years ago

It wasn’t so much the quality of the Milka chocolate proper, but the snack cakes, they were like crack.

bobo gigi
9 years ago

Funny.
And for once someone who doesn’t talk about the lack of politeness of Parisian taxi drivers or Parisians overall.
It’s rare. ๐Ÿ˜†

swimrmom
Reply to  bobo gigi
9 years ago

I love everything about Paris – history, food, the streets, the stores and the language. We always had good experience with people there. One little negative thing – closed stores on Sunday and early closures during the week ๐Ÿ™ Our hearts are now in Place de la Nation!

bobo gigi
Reply to  swimrmom
9 years ago

About closed stores on Sunday in Paris it could change in the next months. Our government wants it. But the Mayor isn’t fan.
Thanks for the kind words after that tough week for France.

Swim
9 years ago

McDonalds! Hah. There is an outstanding list of restaurants to go to. This is not a taper city…. you will be walking everywhere or you can take the Metro but you will be climbing stairs. Paris is a beautiful city and offers more than you can ever imagine.

If you treat her with respect you will be treated the same.

Joel Lin
9 years ago

A lovely article on your terrific trip. And the happy ending is you learned to eat like a king or queen in Paris. Skip those 17 euro hotel spreads and spend a fraction of that going to the different vendors for street sandwich and crepes, fresh breads, cured meats, fruit and 100+ kinds of cheeses. Heaven is where the average Parisians live each day.