Gypsy was here.

Well, I am back. Thank you for your patience. I hope you didn't mind the elevator music.

Okay, let's start from the beginning. Remember, "Gypsy is coming?" What I meant was that Gypsy WOULD be coming in a few days. I uh, arrived in London one day too early to meet her. We had to buy new train tickets to get to Paris, which weren't available until Monday morning (instead of Saturday, as planned). And when I say "morning," I mean we left the house 3:45am, mind you. The whole fiasco was due to me not realizing that one cannot arrive somewhere before one has left somewhere else. Luckily, Gypsy's only comment: "I thought we were packing a lot in."

There was an upside though...for me, anyway. We missed our "fanciest dinner ever" which was to be on my birthday (and thank you, by the way, to all of you who sent me birthday emails. It was very very nice to be remembered.) but, I finally made it to a Tango lesson with my ol' partner in dance-related-crime, Alain. It was so much fun. We are pretty much professional now. If I could just hear the beat, we would be anyway.

Since Gypsy and I had a shortened stay in Paris I thought I might as well go ahead and get sick, lest we enjoy those few days too much. To top it all off, it was ascension week or something and everything was closed. We did, however manage to get some good stuff in. (To be cont....)