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| My very first stay |
He called me the other night to tell me he was on his way to London and Paris.
"Wanna meet up?"
Who wouldn't? But those days are long past when I can book a cheap ticket at the spur of the moment and just leave. First of all, let's dispel the notion of a 'cheap' ticket. Every year I leave later and later and I'm still paying eight or nine hundred dollars plus insurance and assorted fees. And life has somehow gotten too complicated to be able to just take off.
Who wouldn't? But those days are long past when I can book a cheap ticket at the spur of the moment and just leave. First of all, let's dispel the notion of a 'cheap' ticket. Every year I leave later and later and I'm still paying eight or nine hundred dollars plus insurance and assorted fees. And life has somehow gotten too complicated to be able to just take off.
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| A visit with my sister |
And I've been thinking about Iceland, in particular next April's writers' festival. And Edinburgh--the Fringe Fest, the Whiskey Trail. And all those other places I haven't been. I thought I might skip Paris for once. But as I email suggestions of where to eat (Angelina's! Le Procope! Le Polidor!) and what to do and (blasted!!!) yes, where to stay, I'm flashing back to being there. And kicking myself for not just saying "Hell yes, I'll meet you!" (And still knowing that with income tax and apartment insurance and vet and eye doctor appointments, it was the right and responsible thing to do.)
So I sit here, checking out Bruce's Facebook page with postings of my hotel. My hotel. Of course I wish I was there. But I'm here. Sigh...my next trip seems a long way away.
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| My 50th Birthday |
