Soon after, his friend bounded up the stairs and asked me if I needed help with the other. I am always pleased and grateful for good people, good manners, and generosity wherever I go.
At the front of the station, my ride was waiting for me. Even though it was so late for them on a work day, they were so warm and welcoming. I had finally made it.
I don't remember much else except managing to shower and find pajamas before crashing in my room. Oh, and I asked my hostess if I could please open the window for some air. It was a cool, damp night, and there were no screens, but I pulled mosquito netting across the front, and that worked fine.
Sinking into a comfortable warm bed with one of those giant down comforters that are so common here, I really did pass out. The next thing I knew, a single bird awoke me before the light. Then there were more, and then many, many more with all types of songs as the light shone through the soft netting, and suddenly they blended into a very loud chorus. That's the way to wake up in the morning, and I appreciated it so much—an awakening especially designed by God. If I had any advice for anyone, it would be to throw your alarm clock away, open the windows, and let the birds wake you. These birds in particular, in a Parisian suburb, rivaled the ones I knew in Hawaii with their voracious, passionate singing, waking all the world.
The garden in the back is lush and green—with a giant yellow rose bush, of course—and below my window is a climbing wisteria vine that must be at least fifty years old. It is ginormous and attracting many honey bees.
I am in the perfect place. I'll tell you more about why tomorrow. In the meantime, I am so grateful that although I waited until the last minute to book, and there was nothing left in Paris proper, this wonderful home was graciously opened up.
I had tears of joy from so much happiness this morning, really. The journey to get here has been much more than the last few days. It really has been about six weeks. Deciding is always the first step to anything you want to go for. You must simply make the decision. Everything after that is cake.
Ya, there was fresh homemade chocolate cake for breakfast, too, with crème fraîche. And an espresso machine. Who could ask for more?
Do you think this is your time?