2017 was the year of travel for me. Back in January I was in Ireland for three weeks with my friend Catherine (as well as Amsterdam for a day or two). In April, I went to Vancouver, Canada for my birthday. In August, I was in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico with family and then in December I visited Ireland, Switzerland, and Italy with my friend Sheila. Out of it all, What was my favorite place?
It’s not Christmas unless there is a Christmas tree in my home. I also happen to be one of those people that can’t wait for Thanksgiving to be over so it’s “acceptable” for my tree to be out. There’s just something about a decorated spruce/fir tree that gets me in the Holiday spirit.
A wonderful post that almost makes me change my mind about Paris, almost.
This post was inspired by a recent post by my blogger friend Bri, in her own words, ‘a 22 year old with an intense need to see the world.’ Read all about her adventures at A Little Slice of Bri. Cool name, right?! But wait a sec, and this might sound a bit strange to many, but Bri hates Paris!
What? How could someone hate Paris, right? But when I read Bri’s post about why she hates Paris, I started reflecting upon my own visits to Paris on two separate occasions. I was quite close to having a disastrous first trip myself & might have completely agreed with her if I hadn’t been saved by one more day on my first visit, and with the second trip this year, a very happy one at that 🙂
The first time I arrived in Paris was the day…
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