And so it began ....

Most people who travel, know how you fall in love with a place and when back home, you think of the place often .. remembering and smiling at how great that visit was.
Often people go back time and time again, to a place that just meets a need that other places don't.

When my husband and I were talking about retirement, he used to talk about when he lived in London. He had friends in Paris so he was there quite often.

Then he met me ... children, starting businesses and life happened ... we took trips that small children would be happy on .
Then one day, the second child was ready to leave college and we started leaving him in charge and we went to London, I saw where he lived , I shopped where he shopped, visited our friends who live in Kew.

Our second visit, the following year, included a 3 day weekend in Paris.
Taking the Train, through the Chunnel, staying in the Hotel Lutece on the Left Bank, it was all a dream come true.
Well, that did it for me ! the following year, we went back ... and year after year.
On our last visit, we rented an apartment a block and a half from the Eiffel Tower.
That was our night light in our bedroom .. twinkling out there, pinch me, is it real ??

We moved house and we moved to Oregon, one day my husband said, How would you like to go to Buenos Aires .... and so it began.