Paris. Home to croissants, crepes, and macarons. Home to sidewalk cafes and blooming gardens. Home to the Mona Lisa. And for the next week, home to me. I was planning to be here three years ago in April 2020, but obviously the global pandemic changed my plans. So here I finally am, with only a rough plan for how I will spend the next six days in the City of Light.
I didn’t realize how much I missed home until I walked through the door this afternoon. It was a very long day, and I’m thankful to be home and unpacked and finally resting. I was at Flughafen Wien (Vienna Airport) at 4:30 this morning and was able to bypass the long check-in line and access the lounges in Vienna and Amsterdam, thanks to flying first/business class on this trip.
I love Vienna. I mean, I really only walked around for an hour or so, but I already love it. The history, the architecture, the culture… I can’t wait to explore more in the coming days!
Traveling with Laura 