Black tie outfits returned to closets.
Guests gone and cold finally getting better.
Time to seriously immerse myself in preparing for our trip to Paris.
It will be here before we know it and
I am promising myself I will be prepared and ready ahead of time.
I wonder if we ever really feel prepared when taking
a trip of a lifetime?
I can read and re-read novels and travel guides,
slowly page thru art and picture books,
but then it is necessary to open the door wide to serendipity.
If we do not get out of our comfort zone
what good is the journey anyway?