I have a dream. Well let’s face it I have like a billion dreams, but one that’s my favorite. To go to Italy and Paris. I’ve had that dream since before I understood the concept of travel or that a passport was required. I’ve always wanted to stand under the Eiffel Tower, and drink espresso while writing in a cafe. Drinking wine and eating cheese in some overpriced French bistro. Exploring the markets, museums, and meeting the locals.
|Eiffel Tower… make a wish|
This is my dream.
This year I won’t have my kids for the week of Christmas (their father and I alternate every year), so I’m thinking this might be the perfect way to spend a kid-less Christmas… in Paris.
December in Paris? I think I MUST. Time to believe in a little magic.
|I like this dream|