Let me start by saying that sometimes going away is much needed for your mind, body and spirit. You ask why do I make this statement, well for those that know me, know that my journey through Menopause has been a mini-series. But during the entire trip to Paris and London, I did not experience NOT ONE hot flash or night sweat. OMG I felt like a normal person again.
Note to self: is it possible I may need to move to another country…LOL!
Well, I’m back in the states and still haven’t experienced any, so I did inventory of what have I not ate or drank. Stay tune, the science project is still in progress.
Anyways back to the trip. Without sharing all the precious memories, here is a brief breakdown.
The plane ride wasn’t as bad as I thought, in between napping I caught up on some TV shows and movies. Nine hours later, the intercom comes on, ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent. I straightened up in my seat, and peeked out the window.
We arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport; made our way through customs. Yippee, my first stamp on my passport!
Making our way through the airport, I giggled like a child. My daughter arranged for a private car to pick us up. I felt like Steve Martin in the ‘Jerk’, when he saw his name in the phone book. Actually, it was my name in large font on the chauffeurs’ cell phone.
Settled in and buckled up in his vehicle we took for a 30-minute ride to the hotel, I found myself speechless as I peered out the window taking it all in. Looking to the left and right, I found myself checking out how Parisian people lived and what were the differences to the U.S.
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