And it's not the mosquito bite on my left leg.
I think my blood has been altered by the unbelievable bread in Paris. Before our European trip I never had quite this same need to move. To see the world! It sounds totally corny, I know. I thought once I'd been there, I'd be content, oh no, not so. I need to go back. I can't just sit here in my own little slice of heaven and be totally sedentary anymore. It honestly feels like my body is pulling me to go and have adventures, like my muscles are twitching with excitement.
Anyone up for a little jaunt?
I was watching The Sound of Music the other day and it made it all that much more inflamed (it's like arthritis, only not so achey, and not so bad for my health). Before going I was sure that there was no place that could really be that beautiful, but I was oh so wrong.
Seriously, religious opression must have been a real bummer to make the pilgrims move.