I've Arrived!

Just as we each have a dust covered box or drawer full of our most treasured possessions; We each store a lifetime of memories tied to something much less tangible. It may be months or even years, but when these moments happen, it takes us to a time and place that is very personal.

Walking around Toulouse is like walking around any other French city. You must always keep your eyes on full alert for the ever present - and copious - piles of dog poop. For the french, it seems a "faux pas" to make any effort to cleaning up after your dog. No matter where you are... Trains, subways, sidewalks, parks, etc...
They are professionals at turning a blind shoulder.

-No matter to you, nor should this mean anything special. I will cover "French People" on some other rant... :)





But today signaled my true arrival back to Europe.
Complete with Tabasco and Celery Salt, I ordered my first tomato juice.


Andrew & Chris,
Cheers!




(Written Sunday, March 23)