And so it is that time, readers. The end of my trip. Mrs. Bob said the night before I left, "you don't seem like yourself." And she was right.
I will forever be changed by my trip to France.
The beautiful things we saw. The delicious food we ate. The miles we walked. All of it flooded every single cell in my body. And I feel quieter somehow. Like my life, that already was rich, was made richer.
When I was walking through the airport in Nice, I heard my name called. When I turned around, a couple was smiling and waving at me. It was the New York clarinetist and his wife that we met in Provence. We stopped and chatted for a few minutes and as I walked to my gate I smiled to myself.
Traveling makes the world a smaller place.
I got off the train in Portland and was met with a huge smile and hug from Wade.
Though it's good to travel, it is always good to return home.
(P.S. Back to the "normal" SSG posts tomorrow! And I believe it's about time I start planning my next trip.)
3 comments:
Nooooooooooo, it can not be...get on a plane and leave right now for somewhere wonderful. I want to travel with you...I want Kim from Bella Della to go as well. Start planning girly! I love visiting with you and I adore reading your posts!
(Tears falling down my face...so sad...Goodbye France!)
Another sad farewell...
Where are we going next week?
I really enjoyed your posts about France! I have one or two more about Italy for the days we were in Florence. I'll get those done soon. Look forward to hearing about the next trip.
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