I’m home from my latest trip to Australia, and the post travel blues have set in. I had a fantastic time during my first visit, yet a week after being home, I was so down because I knew it will be another year before I could make it back. I love my family, home and I have an enjoyable full time job that allows me the time and money to do wander the globe. Why so selfish? I just went to Australia! Because I have a wanderlust that I can’t control.
Traveling back to Paris was my first international solo trip, so I wanted to splurge on a nice hotel with a view, and within walking distance from the Eiffel Tower. After searching the internet, I found where I wanted to stay, The Pullman Hotel near the Eiffel Tower. No, this isn’t a sponsored post, I paid for my room, and it was well worth it. Being a female, alone in a city I hadn’t been to in almost thirty years (and the first time with my fluent French speaking aunt), I wanted to feel safe. At my age, I’m wasn’t doing a hostel and or sharing a bathroom. Since I also have some hip problems and arthritis, I wanted to be close of my main attraction. Only a few blocks away from the Eiffel Tower was just perfect for me. After I bought my plane ticket, I booked my hotel and upgraded to a room with a view.