“Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bow lines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain
An email came today from Paris Address, our Parisian apartment rental agency. They’re finalizing details for our arrival. A taxi driver at Charles DeGaulle Airport will be holding up a placard with our name on it just outside customs. A man named Nicholas Rousseau will be meeting us at our apartment to show us around.
Things are falling into place for the trip we’ve been planning for nearly a year. We’ve got new luggage tags and a phone charger and ever-changing packing lists. I’m thinking about the stuff in the freezer that we should thaw and eat before we go. We’ve read the guide books over and over. My saved items on Trip Advisor have piled up. We’ve planned an early birthday dinner for our grandson’s September birthday. My Paris haircut and mani-pedi are set. This week, we’ll figure out how many euros to get ahead of time, and book a taxi for O’Hare.
What’s left to do? Count the days, learn as many French words as I can cram into my brain, start stalking Weather.com as soon as the ten day forecast includes September, bring up the suitcases from the basement, and cherish my anticipation and excitement.