What does one write on a blog? Should I blog? Last time I traveled to Europe, did blogs even exist? Does anyone even care if I blog?
Nonetheless, here goes. The countdown to Paris begins. 16 days until I touch down in the city I know so little about but know I need to get to see in its glory this year. It pulls me towards it and at the age of 41, invites me to live in a little apartment, far from the city centre, yet from what I understand, in its own position of beauty.
Do I know what I'll do there? Nope. Sure I have some plans, I'll walk and see the sights that one must see, I'll drink wine and eat cheese, I'll hopelessly destroy the French language in my attempts to be in receipt of what I want to gain at each interaction. I'll pursue the best option for viewing the Tour de France in hopes of catching that little glimpse of Lance. I'll eat croissants and tour the Louvre.
So the journey towards Paris begins. And my blog begins. All because this morning I turned on the tv and saw the cyclists commencing their own journey. Thus it's time to begin mine.
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