Chilling at Charles de Gualle … a quiet, smooth trip here {amazing}.

Is this airport ever not busy? Probably not, but considering early morning craziness, all has gone painlessly and quickly.

Now … I just need a seat assignment. That would be nice, huh?

Bought a book and a trashy Star-esque mag for the flight … but really, I am most looking forward to a long nap and reading my yoga book.

Incredible to think that in a mere 11 hours, I will be home … reunited with The BF, Brother, TC, mes animaux … all things familiar.

Paris, je t’aime toujours … j’attends notre prochain voyage.

Here’s to safe flights with good movies and many many many more trips to come.

Ohio or bust, My People.

And before I forget … It’s TC’s Birthday. Brother and I have dinner and festivities planned … nothing like getting off the plane and immediately jumping back into things full force.

That’s how we Taurus’ roll.

Happy Birthday, TC. I’m going to add in a, “happy birthday to a great dad”, even though you’ll groan, roll your eyes and proclaim, “yeah, right.”

Take the “yeah” out and you are right, Dad. Merci bien.