Paris

Well it's not even 7 and I'm up. Couldn't sleep from a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Haven't packed yet, need camera, a pile of stuff from Target.

So armed with coffee in hand I sit down on the couch...nothing is open anyway and my laundry is still being done. Why does waking up super early feel like a hangover?

If you caught that I need a camera above then you'll probably guess that I will add photo's to this blog. Or so I promise, that didn't work for my Florida blog :(

For those of you not aware of who will be joining me on this trip let me refresh you.

My mother, for whom this trip would not be possible. Also known as, Frick from Frick and Frack do Africa. I am not willing to fill Frack's shoes so I'm hoping Aimee will step up. Which is likely if we have another airport issue. Aimee, my darling sister, composed, polite, the picture of prepared and generally calm....absolutely lost her shit on a gate agent the last time we flew together. This time I'll have my camera around my neck so you all don’t have to miss the moment!

We will be meeting our friend and exchange student from years ago Audry, she's living in France and I haven't seen her in at least 10 years. Then there is Anna, my mom's friend and exchange student and her daughter Yasmine. They are from Sweden, I love Swedes they in all of my travels Swedes have been nothing but the best world citizens out there. Unlike some of my American counterparts of whom I hope I do not run into while overseas.

And the crème de la crème in players of this trip is my grandfather, Papa, and his wife Jane. Whom both think, secretly or otherwise, that I'm a communist because I voted for Obama.

Ok we're all teed up. I'll fill you in as this unfolds.