I go to sleep most nights and wake up not know where I am or where I’ve been and who was with me.
I lie in the grass where I am surrounded by these dandelions realizing that I can make a necklace. I am somewhere from my past where there were other children my age. Where am I?
There is this wonderful broken road that was important enough to build around the mountain, but now it moves through a piece of the mountain. It is near the ocean, but being makes it a special place. Where am I?
I am moving slowly up and up with a clickety click and swoosh, I am going down at so fast my eyes are watering. I am spinning and finally my stomach catches up to me. Where am I?
I see amazing buildings older than my country. I smell sweets that I have never lived around. I see a palace with mirrors all around me. Where am I?
I lie feeling warm yet cold and smell the air. I hear rushing water and a train passing by. Where am I?
I open my eyes and realize that I was asleep dreaming of past times. I am camping at a park with a stream near the train because it was hidden. I was in my sleeping bag in my tent. While being homeless, I realized that having a good camp spot can make a world of a difference in getting good rest.
A Visit To Remember
I may not have visited recently, but the visit to Paris was one that I won’t forget. I went on a honeymoon years ago to Paris and London. Paris was my favorite of the trip. I love the pastry shops. I felt like a kid a candy store.
Forgive me of my blurry pictures but this next was right after we arrived in Paris. We had drinks with our guide at the hotel and I was a bit tipsy when I took this picture of Notre Dame.
I have a few more pictures of my Paris trip, but we did celebrate quite often so I do if I should post more. I left with a bottle of raspberry liqueur which was so good it lasted a year after we left. I actually went to the Eiffel Tower in the daytime and climbed some steps. I think I eat a cafeteria there. This happened back in 2003 so forgive of the fuzzy details.
This next picture is of the original Statue of Liberty. Ours was a gift from Paris. I thought that this may be important to everyone.
I posted this blog to show I much I enjoyed my trip and would go again even if there were terrorists. I also visited the Louvre, Versailles, and Avenue des Champs-Élysées. I have a some more pictures, but I thought this should be about how Paris has proven they are an important part of my life.
There is one more thing I would like to mention. I remember as a child in my school that it was required for all students the watch this movie called. “The Red Ballon“. This to me is something Americans posted in children’s heads to remind them the rest of their lives of filmmaking.