The European excursion has been something else.  Finishing up week 3 in France tomorrow and I've still got three more weeks of Paris before moving on to Italy, Spain, and England.  All of this is work related by the way, it's not like I'm just haning out in France and Europe for eight weeks all on my own....but it's been pretty good thus far.  Taking in the sights, getting molested in the "Red Light" district of Paris by a Frenchman who just wouldn't go away!  Subway rides...and walking around the Louve with a guy who used to be a tour guide, getting the inside scope.  Watching the Tour de' France, walking through Pierre Lachase to see Jim Morrison's grave among others.  The Pantheon, Las Invalides to see Napoleon's ashes, and of course climbing the stairs of the Eiffle Tower.  Notre Dame was probably one of my favorite stops along the way...mass there on a Sunday morning is moving, even for me.  :) 

I woke up this morning to rain outside of the villa...it is was just downpouring.  Its been so long since I've really really seen rain, it's amazing.  I love dreary days.  Those are the days when you stay in pj's all afternoon and just drink hot chocolate and relax.  They make great rainy days for hanging out with the person whom you like to talk with the most....or miss the most.

The worst part of the entire adventure?  Being away from him.  I just haven't been myself in France.  The insomnia is back and I don't know whether to blame jet lag or just plane boredom!  It feels like it was going so well before I left, such a great feeling finding someone who actually LOVES baseball and can talk about it...someone who you can discuss work related topics with because he knows the industry and follows...someone who just has everything all together...and reminds me so much of my father.  He has the hand holding ability, true gentleman but with a little bit of oilfield trash thrown in.  Great qualities...Making it work.  A couple phone calls in three weeks, LOTS of IM chats and E-mails...making it work right?  Two monthes is a LONG time...but both of us are definately in agreement on making it work and trying our hardest.  I think this classifies as the longest "long distance" relationship I've ever had....and definately one of the hardest currently.

I just feel like a part of me is missing.  I am going through Europe with Julian (a fellow co-worker from Venezuala) post course...no big suprise that Daniel flaked eh?  Oh well, that just helps solve one problem now and I don't have to deal with it all anymore.  I'm all for remaining friends but that was all I ever wanted...and he just refused to acknowledge it.  It's the part that always seems to make me smile and laugh...hold my attention in the sweet innocent sort of manner. 

I am here, in Paris, one of the greatest places in the world...and all I want to do is hop on a jet and land back in the US...I would even skip London at this point, and people who know me KNOW I've been looking forward to London since I was 5 and old enough to realize there was a huge ocean seperating me from London! 

So, during this insanely  boring course, I was listening ot my IPOD today, and came across a song by Keith Urban that I really forgot was even on there.  It's an older song of his, but definately one of my favorite songs of all time.  The rain just made it all sink in a little more and probably increase the huge amount of home sickness I am feeling that you just got the pleasure of reading about (if you didn't just skip on down to the end right? - lol) 

Raining on Sunday

It ticks just like a timex
It never lets up on you
Who said life was easy
The job is never through
It'll run us 'til we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
And love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart

Pray that it's raining on sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby whatever comes monday
Can take care of itself
'cause we got better things that we could do
When it's raining on sunday

Your love is like religion
A cross in mexico
And your kiss is like the innocence
Of a prayer nailed to a door
Oh surrender is much sweeter
When we both let it go
Let the water wash our bodies clean
And love wash our souls

And on a side note, CONGRATS PRESTON for the new addition to the family.  I couldn't be happier.  I saw the pics, he is absolutely adorable!  No doubt he'll be a ladies man one day just like his father ;)