I'm almost afraid to get too excited, for fear it might not happen. There are so many things that could happen between now and next summer to prevent a trip for us. But for now, I am dreaming of Parisian cafe's and walking streets older than I can imagine. The countries I know little about with languages I cannot articulate seem to draw me the most. Having traveled little in my life, Europe has always seemed like such an unreachable world separated by more money or time than I could afford.
Now that Jon has the summers off and I can work wherever there is internet connection, we seem to have a bit more freedom.
This means I have roughly 8-9 months to learn all these languages and get everything in order. Oui.