home sweet home

There's nothing like breakfast in Paris. Chocolate chaud or café au lait, fresh baguette with red current jelly to dunk in it, and all the time in the world. I strolled up the canal to Gare de l'Est rather than hopping the Metro, past fishermen, a tour boat and a man explaining the lock to his son.

me & "Green Mars" at Paris Gare de l'Est

After the leisurely morning, I was ready for the super-fast trip home on the Inter-City Express (320 kph, according to a fellow passenger). Now, I am happily unpacked and back in my native environment. Today's successes - brought the barbecue down from the attic, patched the screw holes in my wall and rescued some wilted herbs.

Tomorrow's plan - get ready for 2008!

Have a healthy and happy new year, and if you haven't made a fitness resolution yet, check out Jogging for 2.