I just spent the last half hour watching Rick Steve's Europe as he was in the Dordogne River Valley. And while I loved every minute of it, the longing I felt to go back there and live that life. And while my French is slowly going down the tubes, I still feel like I could live there without problem. I will live there again someday. I just don't know when. Why do I torture myself? I don't know. Maybe to remind myself that I won't live here forever. Or just to be jealous of Rick because his job is to travel and eat amazing food, and at the same time get to share it with all who watch his videos. Just not fair.
This is my blog. I write about being a military wife. Which is pretty much the same as other wives. Except when my husband leaves, it isn't for a week long business trip. Sometimes I write about regular stuff. Sometimes I don't. But hey, this is me. :)
A bad day in Paris is better than a good day anywhere else.