I couldn’t stay in Paris forever.
So I high-tailed it out of there and left all this behind.
And I left this sweet being behind, too, but not before plans, promises and proposals were declared… but we both know that time can null and void any ticket to ride off into the sunset together.
A man’s love. I get it. I really get it. And I really get what I haven’t been getting until this beautiful creature showed me.
I can’t help but think of my favorite ABBA song, Our Last Summer. We walked along the Seine, we laughed in the rain. We made our way along the river and sat down in the grass by the Eiffel Tower. And we had a drink in each café, too. Just like in the song. That was us.
But the tour continues.
And time will tell with that one.
Still, it’s good to have space to process Paris.
I hopped a flight to Edinburgh, Scotland, to hang out in the land of MacLeod.
I thought I’d score me a kilt. I’m sorry to say that the MacLeod tartan is a very loud Bumblebee yellow and I refuse to traipse around the world with a yellow arse.
I considered getting a getup like this guy…
But I settled on a gray and black little number with pink stripes that went well with the rest of my wardrobe, which is Catholic school girl in nature.
My wardrobe is actually rock star in nature.
Now I just need a Ramone’s t-shirt and I’ll be all set.
Today I get the gear. Tomorrow I charge the castle.