In high school, I took 2 years of French language and loved every second of it. I've been to Paris once, five months pregnant, with no sensible shoes packed . . .
and loved every second of it!
Here and there I have tried to start learning more of this lovely language. Normally in the afternoons, when a cup of french press coffee calls my name.
Because one day, I will return to that lovely country and I will speak and understand much more than I did that first trip. And, I will buy a zip-up hoodie with PARIS emblazoned across the front from a street cart down the road from the Eiffel Tower to replace the one that I lost!
What are some of your dreams?