I'm on my way…

As a rule, I don’t believe in signs, and yet there’s a little superstition niggling in me. The day I left to start my European adventure, I noticed the bracelet I was wearing was missing. Though not expensive, it had emotional value to me. And, of course, losing it created an unwelcomed “is this an omen?” I soldiered on and headed to Seattle.

Everything went smoothly at the airport. The plane wasn’t full, and I had both seats to myself. I could move without bothering anyone and even scored an extra pillow.

Daniel had assured me that since the Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris was small, I wou...