Oh, la la.

I recently had the opportunity to go to Paris for the weekend.

One of my coworkers was confused. “Why did you go to Paris, Texas?

No, honey. Paris, France.

When the opportunity presented itself, we freaked out a bit. The plane ticket wasn’t in our budget and I really did not have the leave time from work. After shifting a few things around, we were able to make it happen and off I went.

It’s been many years since I was fortunate enough to go to Europe. I was reminded of how much I like Europe. The winding streets, old buildings, and fantastic food do me in every time.

The weather was beautiful and I walked more in 48 hours than I had in the 48 days prior.

Also, don’t be surprised if you come to my home in the next few months and discover that we’ve acquired an espresso machine. I fell in love with café au lait and while I already loved red wine, I’m not jealous of the really inexpensive, but good bottles we picked up at the corner store.

I don’t regret any of it. Not the flight there or back. Not the time away from work. Not the stress I experienced in trying to cram my school work in while sitting on the bed in the hotel room with a glass of wine and hunk of cheese on a plate next to me.

I got to experience a city I had not yet visited. Add another push-pin to the map.