Monday, July 11, 2011


It all started when a friend and fellow wanderer emailed me last week about running away to the French countryside during the Autumn months. We could all stay in a cottage by a castle she later went on to say, but I didn’t need any further convincing. Any invitation of running away starts the blessing/curse of wanderlust beating through my veins.
Today I bought airplane tickets with Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport listed as the destination and haven't stopped smiling.  It's going to be magical, I already know. 


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