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.