Back in Paris

I'm home - safe and sound. There was no plane crash. I was a bit concerned since it was my grandpa's birthday yesterday. All I could think about before my departure was my plane deep diving into the Atlantic on the same day my grandpa would be enjoying his birthday sponge cake.

When I arrived in Paris, it seemed a bit like fall. The temperature was only 65 degrees and cloudy. This was a stark contrast to the 100 degree weather I endured in Chicago - especially along the lake Monday morning for my run (or should I say, lady walk). I had originally planned to take the Roissybus home to save money (since I have $150 to account for because of the unfortunate car towing incident), but with over 150 lbs. of luggage, this clearly wasn't an option. So I hopped in a cab and was on my way.

Maddie greeted me with her trademark happy dance. And luckily, Chris suprised me by walking through the door around 10 a.m. His training session at the gym ran long and he was on his way to work. With a haircut, new pair of jeans and shoes from A.P.C., Chris looked very handsome. That, or the long three weeks of pent of frustration finally had an outlet.

I spent the next hour unpacking chocolate chips, flax seed oil, Orbit gum, protein powder, Balance Bars, Betty Crocker frosting and melatonin for our friend Peter's dog (?). And after a quick shower, I began inspecting the flat to ensure everything was in place. Fortunately, Alyse came yesterday so it was clean and in shape. Now, if I could only do something about my severly heat stressed geraniums hanging outside our front windows.

It was good to be back in Paris. I ,of course, already miss my friends in Chicago, but I think the almost three weeks stateside served me well. The first week I was on a honeymoon. The second week I began to settle. And by the third, I realized it was time to go. Besides, I don't think I could handle another Fat Girl "Sunday." With Ibiza just 10 days away, I now have some "slimming" to do. Thanks Chicago!