We all felt like we had just arrived in Paris and now it was time to leave. Our time, here, went too fast.
We got just a taste of the fabulous city but were unable to finish the meal.
So on this morning we were going to take a train to Barcelona.
We left Seattle in three waves, on different flights, but we all arrived in Paris within a couple of hours of each other.
Tim, Pauline and Evie was the first group to leave Seattle and arrive in Paris.
Pauline’s Mom and Dad was the second group to arrive shortly after them.
Then I arrived about two hours later.
One beautiful, fall day, I was slowly ambling along, enjoying the rustle of the leaves beneath my feet and all the color.
In the previous post, “WEEPLESS IN SEATTLE……but still bummed out about it, nevertheless”, I mentioned I was working a lot of overtime trying to pay off the debt I incurred from unexpected and excessive car repair expenses, and to replace the things that were stolen from my house.