So, we just sit here waiting for time to pass so we can begin our journey.  This is excruciatingly painful.  There is so much ahead and so little time to accomplish what we want to do.  There is the flying, the writing, and picture taking, and eating…oh, the eating.  There are evenings in Paris to experience, and mornings to enjoy.  There is wine, and sites, and conversations that have not happened yet.  There are paintings to see, smells to smell, sounds to hear, and through all this we must make some time to relax and figure out what the philosophers want us to understand.  We will learn more about each other as we ramble through the streets of Paris.  I’m ready to begin.

We will visit this beautiful city under the thumb of a massive cliche.  April in Paris?  What was on my mind?  I do not care in the least.  It is going to be lovely and memorable.  It is going to be romantic and exciting.  It will be everything but wrong.  This will be the most perfect time of life.  This trip is so perfect and so necessary.  No pictures yet, just words and ideas.  Time to simplify and reach for the fun and enjoyment of life and each other.

The waiting continues and it is making me crazy.  There’s plenty more to come.  I cannot wait to see Pat’s pictures.  They will be spectacular.