Where Am I?

I woke up many times in the night confused, wandering “where am I?” And then contently remembering the apartment in Paris and falling straight back to sleep. The windows of the flat were left open and the mosquitoes were vicious taking more Alaskan blood than I had to give but, I was really too tired to care. I thought it was early when I had a shower and took Bella to the Champs de Mars for her morning walk. Since my computer and I Phone are not functioning in the apartment I have no idea what time it is. Only after seeing a clock on the square did I realize it was actually 9:30 AM.

What a beautiful morning with a bit of wind and lots of sunshine - not that different from Homer this time of year, just warmer. The runners were out in masses at the park so I decided to give it a go. However Bella prefers searching for scraps on the ground more than running with me. She adores French bread and can seek it out of unsuspecting places, like underneath a pile of leaves.

After a nice long run, a trip to Starbucks for Internet access and the Sunday outdoor market I returned to the flat intending to write. But the special mushrooms (that’s how they were described to me at 22.95 lb.) and the organic brown eggs from the market looked so appetizing I made a lovely omelet complete with bread, cheese AND a glass of vin rouge instead. It wasn’t long before the eyelids were heavy and dozing off was the obvious option until. . . OMG, 5:00 PM! Yikes, jetlag has hit. Bella didn’t mind a nap and she certainly doesn’t have the ten hours time difference to deal with.