(Ten years ago)
Paris, France.
The Parisian October weather felt very similar to autumn in New York, but only slightly warmer and I thanked my taxi driver as he helped stow away the last of my luggage in the trunk of the taxi and then closed it.
I watched him get in the driver seat as I stood on the sidewalk beside the open taxi door, the airport behind me as I stared up towards the open sky. The clouds looked really pretty, an almost perfect clear blue sky. Almost, because a few dark clouds floated around the white clouds as if subtly warning that it might rain.
I exhaled heavily and got into the taxi.
Paris, here I come.
I should be in Barcelona. I should be with Jean right now, in a taxi driving down to our small apartment in Carrer del carme, excited and nervous to be starting a new chapter of our lives together.
We'd had it all planned.
