Still in jolly old England for the moment. Since I last checked in, I’ve spent plenty more time in Oxford and also hopped a plane for Paris and spent a lovely weekend with my husband there. Paris makes London seem inexpensive, so there’s that. But otherwise, it was quite impressive, if not overwhelmingly “romantic”, as the books and movies and such would have you believe. It’s nice to be back “home” anyway, at Oxford. George expressed regret that we didn’t take a side-trip from Paris, to complete the trip-ception (I do hope some of you are picking up on this reference.)
I spent five years in New Orleans. Four and a half amazing years and one positively terrible final six months. College is pretty much awesome wherever you go, I’ve gathered, but I spent those years in one of the most delightful, challenging and historical places around. New Orleans will always hold a very, very dear place in my heart. Just like these folks.
I’m baaaaaaack! So, as probably everyone who has ever heard my name knows by now, I was in Italy recently. George and I hopped the pond and spent three beautiful weeks touring the middle of the country.
