The Traveler Returns

Weeks have passed and I have been utterly remiss in not writing of past adventures. The days in Paris came quickly to a close, we departed for Lyon and later Geneva, to spend our few remaining days watching the sunset from the Fourviere of Lyon, and spending long afternoons soaking up sun on Geneva Lake. Later I walked along the streets I loved in Paris with a new companion, my sister Charlotte. I played the guide as I rediscovered my love for my little Paris. Later it was London, which charmed me thoroughly and opened up yet another part of my heart. To Paris we returned and after a few whirlwind last days i was safely on the plane and emerald-city bound.

The plane was an interesting experience within itself. Between Amsterdam and Seattle I was seated next to a tipsy Irishman, to whom the stewards kept the beers coming though words just became more and more slurred as the hours wore on. When i felt the earth beneath the wheels of my plane, tears nearly entered my eyes, I was home. Paris was a dream, something about which fairytales were written but to me the mist of dreams was removed and I had a chance to live my dreams as a clear reality.