Twenty Minutes with BFF in Paris.

My cell phone rings as it sits next to my laptop.
“Girl!”, I hear as I finish my “Hello?”

I’ve known her since we were both 11 years old, so maybe that why from hearing just one word, I knew something was going on that she wasn’t happy about. I could almost hear “WTF?!”, although she didn’t say it. In the brief pause, I knew she was about to say something unexpected.

“Why didn’t you call me back? Didn’t you get my message? Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you! We’re in Paris! We’re leaving tonight. I’ve been trying to call you all morning. Where are you? We’re on our way to London. I wanted to see you girl!” she said in one long sentence.

“Did she just say she’s in Paris?” I thought to myself, wondering where I was this morning. Did I have a hangover? No, that was the night before. Why was my body aching? Oh, yeah, I tripped and fell down when I went running last night. I was in so much pain this morning, I took a few pain pills, called my French teach to cancel our lessons and crawled back into bed to recuperate.

“Did you just say we’re in Paris?” my mind cleared as I asked her. “Yes!” she said. “We’re on the Champs Elysees!”

“You’re 10 minutes away from me. I’m coming to see you!” I told her as I grabbed a scarf to tie over my tangled hair from sleeping on it all afternoon; after getting directions rushed out the door to meet her.

Me and BFF, Marilena from the 6th Grade

Marilena, me and "Little-Girl" Victoria



Marilena, Mr E, and Victoria
(the Professional Traveling Family)

Marilena and Victoria

"Okay, you can take a picture of me, but don't put it on your blog!", Victoria insists.

"Okay, I will." I reply.

(she's so adorable)

Gare de Nord, Paris

20 minutes is about all the time we had to spend together at Gare de Nord (North Train Station of the Eurostar). In a flash they were in Paris, and just as quickly they were gone.  We promised to meet again in NYC on Halloween.