Hello friends and family and those who have lost their way and found this little blogspot. I don't know how to blog so this may be filled with meandering and out of place thoughts. You have been warned.
Two days ago I arrived In Paris, Il-de-France, France, after an ordeal of flight changes, lost baggage rooms, mixed emotions, German beer, Baileys, a sleeping pill, a 55 euro taxi, and two new friends. Long story short, I said goodbye to my home of 18 years and got five hours of sleep. As my very quiet Mercedes taxi took me into the heart of Paris, my excitement grew and grew and grew and grew. I have bragged about it to everyone, the my room is two blocks from the Eiffel Tower. Well after meeting my very charming family of five. Corrine and Victor took me on a walk to see the Eiffel Tower at twilight, and the surrounding area I am going to be walking in the coming year. Is it possible that those pictures we have put together in our heads, from movies and photos and gossip, could be reality? Walking around the 7th Arrondisement was like walking through an old painting. Statues everywhere, the Eiffel Tower light up surrounded by tourists (because it is August, you know they are tourists) people drinking on the streets, sidewalk cafes, and smoking frenchmen.
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