When I was in high school, we had a project on World History. We were asked to report, complete with pictures and graphics, about the history and geography of France. And so, that was the start of my lifelong dream of visiting Paris and of living in one of those luxury paris apartments, to see The Louvre and its glass pyramid and all of its paintings, to visit the Notre Dame of Paris and the Museum of Natural History. I worked hard on that project so that my classmates would see the beauty that I was only seeing in pictures. I rummaged through my older brother's stash of National Geographic magazines and travel magazines. Yeah, I cut all of the pages up with images of Paris and pasted them on a cartolina to make a very large poster. Our team got the highest grade and I almost got a beating from my brother. But it was so worth it. What can I say, I was young and foolish.
Now that I'm older, I am still fascinated with the city of Paris. I haven't lost hope that someday, in this lifetime, I'll be able to set foot on of the most romantic city in the world. Someday, when the kids are older and hubby and I have retired, who knows, we'll find our way to Paris.