one of those days


Did you ever have one of those days where you stressfully ran around doing errands for the bulk of it. You ate dinner with 300 strangers all facing the same way.

You slept with those strangers for four hours. Then you woke up in another country, and made it till your bed time with little sleep and a lot of adrenaline?

Our first day in Paris was a dream. We’re staying in a beautiful apartment in the first neighborhood. We ate a restaurant tonight that we ate at our first night on our honeymoon, strictly by happenstance.

We walked through the grounds of the Louvre. We passed by pet shops that would melt your heart faster than butter in a microwave.

There were furniture stores with artistic European pieces that were so inspiring I almost got arrested for taking my pants off and rubbing my business on the windows.

The cool thing about Paris is how much it oozes art, diversity, and mind expansion. This place is a melting pot of ideas, visitors, history, etc.

This is one of my favorite places on earth. And the main reason is that the respect artists to the point that they are higher and more admirable than gods. Which is why so many people probably hate this place due to political leanings.



on the road again


Tina and I are sitting in the Dublin airport waiting for our delayed flight to Paris to board. It was supposed to leave at 10 a.m. local, but now we’re waiting for clearance from Charles de Gaulle — personally — to let us head out toward his airport.

Apparently there are some storms in the area that are backing stuff up.

We’re pretty tired, and I want a shower. I hate the feeling of getting off a long flight and having the stale odor in my clothes and the thin layer of grime that accumulates over the hours.

Since we’re in Dublin, a place I don’t ever plan visiting on any kind of vacation, I feel a certain obligation to have a pint of Guinness. Although I might wait till the return layover. I just can’t bring myself to drink before noon no matter what time zone I’m in.

This was last night’s airplane dinner.

Becky and Luis are meeting us in Paris tomorrow, and I left them a doggy bag of my leftovers in the seat pocket for them to enjoy just in case they are a little hungry on their flight.

You’re welcome.