I’m here! I made it! I’m all alone in a tiny hotel room on the 7th floor with a neat little terrace with some fun urban landscape views. I’ve wandered, I’ve meandered, I’ve savored and I’ve flavored for several hours this afternoon before nestling into my pi’s and getting to work before my course begins tomorrow. (I even had time to purchase some fun little French clothing for my bebé!). I had an adult “working dinner” at a little café (that means I tick tick ticked away on my computer while having a glass of Chardonnay). These last few weeks have been insane as far as my “real” job goes, and I’m finding that snuggling up with French TV at an early hour is much more attractive than going out on the town, Paris-style, this evening. Maybe tomorrow? (I’m not much of a night owl anyways…). When I planned this little biz-learning trip, I imagined letting my hair down and whipping it around wildly before trotting about the streets, till the wee hours of the night, drinking wine and spirits…the reality has been more like a) I don’t have hair anymore, really; b) I forgot to bring socks and my feet were SO cold in my yellow tenny runners and I just wanted to get back to the hotel for a hot shower (um, Cádiz has yet to get the memo that it’s actually autumn, Paris knows its autumn and seems to already be up-selling to winter. It’s damn cold here for this thin blooded Spanish convert); c) I really, really, REALLY miss my little baby. I know, its just a few days, but every time I hear a baby cry or giggle or stutter, my heart sinks (I also miss el Doctor…a lot, honey, don’t feel left out); and d) I think maybe my going-out/painting-the-town-red years are up? Is 30 old? Is 30 family oriented, short-haired and boring?

Here’s a few pics of my perusal this afternoon (mostly so that you can see the before-after from the mad skillz I’m going to learn tomorrow and Sunday):