It might seem hard to find anything magical about being delayed and having to trade a day in Paris for a day at the Dallas airport, but from the start this trip surprised us at every turn. Mike and I were both grumpy and disappointed as we sat in our hotel, cooling our heels, looking out the window at the Texas skyline. We were supposed to be in Paris, not Dallas! How could this be happening after all the planning and waiting we'd done? Was the whole trip going to be like this?
But as we sat there, we realized several things. We were warm and dry and fed. We weren't in Paris, but we weren't at home, either. And the vacation would be as good or as bad as WE made it. When we did get to Paris, we would make the most of it, and if it took a little longer to get there, so be it. Travel is about seeing and doing new things with an open mind and a willing attitude. If anything, having to spend some time in Texas made getting to Paris the next day even more special.