En route... again.

When I walked into the airport, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I grew hysterical – laughing so loudly and uncontrollably that people waiting for planes turned to stare. I just smiled and winked. The boys watched my every move. I already have my spark back.

Now I’m taking Carrie’s advice… on my third beer eating “shrooms” in the terminal bar, chatting with an obnoxious Irishman (who insists the Irish are “the blacks of Europe”) and a very sweet older gentleman from Newport. I still can’t believe that my next meal will be lunch in a café somewhere in Paris.

Until then…