This was it. We had one shot, one opportunity; we couldn’t miss our chance to blow, to seize everything we ever wanted. So we asked ourselves: would we capture it, or just let it slip? Despite our palms being sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy — maybe even a smidge of evidence of mom’s spaghetti — on the surface we were calm and ready to take on our final full day in France. Yep, that just happened.
Read MoreAfter giving ourselves time to settle in on Thursday, Friday came in like a lion, and not necessarily the cute and cuddly kind. While you process that visual, allow me to paint another one: the two of us, my traveling companion and me, walking through the streets of Paris before the sun had even risen, racing across town to meet our tour bus.
Read MoreIt was a random Sunday in July when my traveling companion and I decided to write down a number of countries we might want to visit in the next year or so on little scraps of paper. We proceeded to toss said scraps of paper, maybe a couple dozen, into a Red Wings beanie. We then shook them all up and fished out three just to see what we’d get. We told ourselves beforehand that none of this was binding, but then gave each other simultaneous side-eye glances after saying so, as if to indicate that maybe we kinda wanted it to be, that perhaps maybe it was.
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