For most people, Easter is about rebirth and it’s no different for me. The only difference is its my own rebirth that occupies my mind. My resurrection began last month during my long delayed return trip to Paris. I was determined to get back to Paris even if I had to do it in a wetsuit. A spa week end was not going to do it; Paris is what I wanted. I ate the cheese, drank the wine, and devoured every crusty baguette with pleasure. I came ALIVE during those two weeks and every nerve ending has been tingling ever since.
If you haven’t guessed, that is the mission of this blog. Devouring all life offers…not just the crust.

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