It
all began at about age 13 - that little spark of desire to go to Paris started
with french classes in junior high. In my 30's I visited some french caribbean
islands, and I was thrilled I could read the french menus and say a few "bonjours"
and "au revoirs" to the locals. These travels totally stirred my
desire to press on with my francophile urges. After a few more years of french
tapes and community classes,
a trip to Quebec City,Canada yielded
more chances to converse with the locals in my fractured french. What a thrill!
But I
always had my eye on the ultimate prize - Paris! And I finally made my dream
come true - I was Paris bound on a Rick Steves tour in September, 2008. What
butterflies, going all alone, not knowing a soul. I was nervous about so many
things -- would I get lost in the airport...should I take public transportation...
would I make it with one tiny piece of luggage...would my budget survive the
Euro exchange rate??
