Dreaming of Paris

I’m finally over jet lag but still dreaming of Paris. That’s the best part of travel the memories are there for you forever. And the photos. Home sweet home. Landing in Chicago, my son picked me up and as we headed home, I was immediately amazed at the wide highways we have in America and all the grand space. Grateful...grateful...grateful. It’s good to travel and good to come home and be grateful for everything we have here. Travel does that. I learned so much about myself on this trip. That I could handle the challenges of being in a different country. There is a solution to every problem. That I’m stronger than I think I am. And yet, all of those dreams at night. Paris, Paris, Paris. Once I was thoroughly rested, I decided I definitely would like to go back. This time perhaps to a small French village. Who knows? There may be another adventure in the future. Another chance to get lost.