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An American Boy In Paris, Part Une

Written on February 12, 2007 – 6:25 am | by Stacy |

It’s almost like he’s back in Iraq…6:30 a.m. phone calls to me, emails back and forth, photos of exotic locales, itty bitty accommodations.

But, it’s his work cell number that pops up on Caller ID, not DFAS-ARMY-ABC123, and the view from his room is way better.

Okay, I am officially green with envy. I don’t care if it’s a deadly sin. I should have cashed in some of my 94,000 frequent flier miles, since the plane was only about 2/3 full. Coulda, woulda, shoulda.

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3 Responses to “An American Boy In Paris, Part Une”
By Dell on Feb 12, 2007 | Reply

Next time. Seriously. It is one of the most amazing cities I have ever been, if not the most amazing city. I almost cried the first time I saw the Eiffel tower.
By Becky on Feb 13, 2007 | Reply

What a great view. Kind of reminds me of looking out my hotel when I first moved here and seeing the Space Needle sticking up like that. I know, I know, it’s not Paris…
By Ali on Feb 13, 2007 | Reply

Wow! What a nice view! I’ve never been there but would love to go. Can’t wait to see more pics!

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