The Queen is Home

Is it cheating if I blog about Europe, while sitting in the drab of America?

Oh well. I'm making the rules anyway:)

I never really explained why I had a change of heart about England.

Windsor Castle did it for me. The flag was flown high. The Queen was home! The history, magnificence, and presence that exists in that castle is incredible. Knight's armor decorated halls, a room dedicated solely to dollhouses, elaborate decor, interior design, and splendor that I personally think surpassed Versailles. It possessed a presence and quality that can only come from being inhabited. While a beauty itself, Versailles remains a figment of history. Unlike Versailles, Windsor is currently one residence of Queen Elizabeth.

I'd give up a pair of un-purchased Louboutins or even better, a Patek-Philippe watch to spend a day in such grandeur.

I've been a bad....Blogger

I can't believe its been 4 days since I've returned to America. I have yet to blog about my last moments in Europe.

I'm killing the joy of the stories by summing it up, but basically:

I gave England a second chance, and formed a sweet sort of puppy love crush with it. BUT and I repeat BUT my true affection and heart remains in Geneva. I miss that place. Paris comes in 2nd place in this twisted love affair.

Best Moment: Guilty Confession: my best moment had to be the day I explored the world of _______. (I'll leave you to guess)

Worst Moment: Some of my not so fun times were spent in England.

Bracknell is a trip's way from civilization. It took us a 45 min. walk, 16£ roundtrip to London, and a miles worth of walking, not to include the further expenses of Underground transportation and shopping of course.

Paris mon amour is just what I expected. Beauty, Love, Inspiration.

Geneva was an even greater treat. Bel Air opened my eyes. The tram took me places I'd never been. I loved it.