We’re packed, the housesitter’s instructions are printed, the refrigerator cleaned out, plants watered, cats hugged and kissed enough so they’ll be glad to see me go so they can get a little peace.
We have a 6 am flight to Salt Lake City, then Atlanta, then into Paris at 8 am Friday. It will be a long and uncomfortable day in coach seats, but we’ll survive.
I have my usual plan to learn French on the plane. Wish me luck!










Perhaps!
Still, the view, the fact that you are there and I am not:-(
Brenda
Umm, thanks, I guess, but don’t you think that might be a little bit too much togetherness? :}
Bon voyage, Chris!
I’m going to follow your blog and wish I was with you, every single second of your trip!
Au ‘voir,
Brenda