Let's go . . .

Let’s go . . .

With ninety minutes to go, I woke to find dawn and the western edge of Ireland.

With ninety minutes to go on the flight, I woke to find dawn and the western edge of Ireland.

Settling in on the plane. Only an eight hour flight, so time for dinner and sleep. With the time change, I’ll arrive Paris about 8:30 a.m. Then an impatient taxi ride to the apartment of my favorite French chef (MGR).

Best use of frequent flyer miles I can think of.