Imagine, again, the train ride in French Kiss if you have seen the movie. I am living that fantasy, minus the male companion of course, but I am writing this blog from the train, still in awe. I'm here. This is yet another reason why I work those extra classes .. to have a dream come true. As I observe the countryside, I wonder if I will know when we enter France ... I hope I do.
Because I had the opportunity to ride first class(and why not), I enjoyed a breakfast consisting of the delicate delights of prosciutto and a slice of cheese, accompanied by fruit, papaya and pear, with a croissant and strawberry jam. Coffee, juice, and Perrier finished the morning meal. What a gorgeous start of the day.
Although we have made a few stops along the way, Rotterdam, Antwerp,and Schipol, the quiet ride has been peaceful, my constant focus on this adventure. So close ...
Here's an honest moment, a truth ... this is the longest time span with no tears. I survived the year, again, one of the most painful of my life. I can say, with all sincerity, that this
past August is just a faint memory, a time that helped me push me here, never forgotten but forgiven. The losses of Jim and Beth and Homer -- reminders to live and love and laugh! And I am!
Time for a little chuckle. In case you think that using the restroom on an airplane is challenging, try a moving train that was... and it only took me 5 minutes to figure out how to flush! Dork is the word that comes to mine.
We just passed Brussels. I found it interesting how many passengers exited. While waiting, I made friends with the couple next to me on the train, a young couple experiencing Paris for the first time too. I let them borrow my map; great conversation. Ironically, I am the one helping them ... oh my! For you young people, start saving now ... it is a must.
Oh my, a mid morning snack just arrived. I'm not even hungry but could I pass up free food, smoked ham wrap, orange slices, and ... yes, I admit, a glass of Chateau Courac from Cotes du Rhone, a Syrah-Grenache ...yum! What can I say, a free glass of wine. Why would I not? And may I add ... I am not the only one enjoying a select beverage.
Did I mention real silverware? Glassware for my wine? The sun is shining, the scenic view of France showing me the its fields and its small towns or villages, its subtle charm already.
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