Another Gratitude Monday on the road. And I’m really grateful that I took this trip. Which I probably wouldn’t have done except for the credit from Air France.
I’m grateful that the snotty Swiss deflected me from their
poker-up-ass country and over to the Balkans and to Sarajevo in particular.
I’m grateful that my replacement knees have handled
thousands of steps a day through streets ancient and modern, including a
squillion stone stairs in Dubrovnik.
Even though I’ve had to be patted down at every airport I’ve
gone through, those knees are da bomb. I’m going to save a bundle on NSAIDs.
And I’m grateful, once again, for Paris.
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