Yesterday was a long day, one of those ones that always amaze me, no matter how much I travel. Did I really squeeze, with my sister and our (luckily carry-on size) suitcases, into the tiny elevator of our hotel on L'Isle St. Louis just yesterday morning? Pull my case across its stone floor and across the cobblestones to the car airing outside? Watch the city roll by from a different perspective as we drove along the Seine, recognizing the walls that cloister Parc du Bercy, where we'd run a few days earlier. My sister's eyes lighting up with the pleasure of recognition as the huge, open 'books" of the Bibliothèque Nationale were framed in the car window. It always seems surreal to me that so few hours can separate such huge distances.
Check-in went well, and we were pleased not to be pressured to check our carry-on, which can happen. We found ample space to store them, hefted them up and down easily, had no wait at Customs, enjoyed a pleasant tea break at David's Tea in Toronto, and then the last leg of the trip, and we spilled our weary selves toward our husbands, waiting for us at the Arrivals Gate in Vancouver (where there seems to be some new, stunning First Nations Art I'd love to see again when I'm not as tired--I believe we have one of the most gorgeous airports anywhere, really!)
Take-out sushi, some attempts to tell Paul about the trip, and then Boom! Sleep hit, in my own bed, sublime, not to be taken for granted...
Of course, 4 was as long as I could sleep, and I'm just finished writing this at 5:15. I'm going to head out for a run now, to begin my new year....Today's my birthday, and we'll be celebrating over dim sum with our Vancouver families. Last birthday, this would have been all our kids; now one family is in Rome, another in Victoria. Again, a reminder not to take for granted. I will miss the others, but I know we will be thinking of each other, and I'll remember how blessed I am to have so many loved ones nearby.
So Happy Birthday to Me, and a great big thank you to the universe. And one more for my sister, a splendid traveling companion (she took the photo above, in front of a small square on Rue de Richilieu). And another for all of you who take the time to read and sometimes even leave your lovely comments. ...now I'd better run. I'm not getting any younger!