I returned August third. Well to be more precise, my body arrived back in the U.S on that date. But for some reason internally I feel I am continually walking the streets of Paris, almost like Jacob Marley, the Ghost partner of Ebenezer Scrooge. Every time I close my eyes, there I am - walking and walking. Sometimes in Montmartre, sometimes in the Marais, some times round the backside of Notre Dame even. No matter where - the feeling is always the same restless wandering. What was I looking for? What am I looking for? I am at home and at work - but still walking in my spirit.
Tallinn, Estonia was one of the most beautiful places that I visited this past summer. Estonia is the home of the singing revolution, which if you are unfamiliar with, I encourage you to look up in Wikipedia.
I went to 12 nations last summer, Tallinn was one of the most memorable places, and definitely warrants a return trip with my sons.