And we're off

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the airport,
Not a creature was stirring, except for our SmarteCarte.
Our suitcases were packed with the utmost care,
How ever did I fit all my shoes in there?
With Dad in his Arone’s shirt and I in my best,
Scarcely believing we get to go first class!
To Sicily we go on an A330,
Fulfilling a dream that’s taken me thirty.
As we roared down the runway, Dad let out a laugh,
Merry Christmas to all and good riddance to the year past!

Home, sweet home away from home

Here is the apartment in Paris I will be staying in. Looks cozy and it's in a safe and centrally located neighborhood - the 7th arrondissement. I can't wait to see it!