ok. who am i kidding? i am no poet, nor am i clever enough to adapt that holiday classic to suit my needs for this space. but it is the day before christmas and the day before take off. my bags are packed and i am ready to get on a jet plane. only difference is i do know when i'll be back again.
first stop is london. i'll arrive at heathrow at 8:30 am on friday, boxing day in england. my plan: make my way through customs, get to my hotel, check in and/or drop off my suitcase, and find my way to a neighborhood pub for a celebratory pint - draft, not bottle. i figure i should do my best to find a place at which i can become somewhat of a traveling regular (oxymoron?) so come new year's eve, i've got a comfortable place to ring in the new year (ring out wild bells!).
after 7 nights in london (and everything that fills my days, including a healthy dose of theatre, museum touring, and more literary adventures than i could ever imagine), i'll make my way to bath, via a day tour that hits windsor, stonehenge, and ends in bath. i've got two days to get my jane austen on (and other things, too, obviously), before i find my way back to london for a night of harry potter-ing it up in king's cross. then, it's off to paris for 12 days, via the eurostar.
i've rented a flat in the 4th arrondissement, home to the notre dame cathedral, among other things. the flat is on the 6th floor of an historic building with no lift - booked intentionally to make exercise an inescapable part of my stay, a strategy that will surely help balance my copious consumption of wine, cheese, and bread. croissant? i've got a six-day museum pass, tickets to dinner and a cabaret at the moulin rouge, and a seat at the paris opera house's opening night of don giovanni (and a great pair of walking shoes).
did i say i knew when i'd be back again?
the time is now. finally.
A couple of phrases keep coming to mind when I read this. "omg" and "what a badass" and then the inevitable, "totes jelz."3
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