April in Paris

I had only unpacked my suitcases and taken them out to the garage when Bonnie Wyona called and said, “Do you read on email? Aren’t I lucky. I am going to Paris with Rebecca (who is in Spain right now) and Bonnie.”

“What! Not without me!” That is all I could think of to say.

Since then I have been singing, “April in Paris, chestnuts in blossoms, holiday tables under the trees...” Thank you Frank Sinatra

And thank you Rebecca and Bonnie for letting me tag along. I didn’t allow myself to think about the adventure until just 20 minutes ago.

Now, I am paralyzed with happiness.

Arta