I'd been feeling a bit blue this month: work started off a bit more challenging then I would have liked, my dream Peru trip fell through. It's a bit too easy to count all the things you don't have and I was certainly falling prey.
When my sister and I were in Germany earlier this year, she asked me to go to Paris. To have a picnic under the Eiffel Tower is a line item that lives on most people's bucket lists for years and I fail to have a perspective where that's a big deal. Because it is, especially to my sister. So we're going next week. I'm getting pretty excited, but the fun, antsy, nervous kind. I've only ever stayed in the confines of our crew hotel, which is a block away from the Eiffel Tower, and have yet to experience "the real Paris." I'm unfamiliar with their metro or tube or subway, and our hotel is on a street with constants I know you don't pronounce. We are certainly in for an adventure and I'm sitting back, giving thanks, and opening my eyes for a broader outlook with gratitude.
The week after, I'm going to Oktoberfest with K. That's a broader outlook with "Bier Brille" ;)