When you begin a vacation, the first photograph you shoot can be very telling. Is it the contrast of a new landscape that first captures your eye? Or maybe the joyous smile of a loved one?
For me, the first photo of this particular adventure is about leaving everything behind.
I’ve really had to scramble over the past two weeks to wrap up my work: The first draft of a book I’ve been ghostwriting; two video scripts; a handful of small projects that have been nipping at me like dachshunds.
But it’s all done, and today I’m going to Paris.
I admit this with some sheepishness. After my trip last March, I’d told several friends that I was done with the City of Light for a while.
I wanted to visit my ancestral home in Scotland — and maybe see Ireland for the first time. I wanted to go back to Rome and Venice, or maybe catch up with some old friends in Sweden and Germany.
Alas … Paris seems to have some kind of tractor beam trained on me. Resistance is futile.
Still, I leave home today with an immense sense of possibility. I already have plans to meet my dear friend Chris for a kir tonight. On Sunday I’ll meet my blogger friend Brad. And somewhere in the middle I’ll get to see my favorite old haunts — and maybe discover new ones.
I’m off to pack, so for now I’ll leave you with some of my favorite memories from my previous trips. But I hope you’ll stay tuned and join me on my adventure.