The Road to Strasbourg

On Friday I packed throughout the day and I also made orange juice since I had so many oranges in the fridge that I couldn’t possibly eat them all before leaving for the holiday break. The juicer is of high quality and the fact that it’s made of glass makes it so much easier to use. I also learned that my sister and friend are finalizing arrangements to visit and it’s amazing that they’ll be here in less than a month. I have so much activity going on within a short period of time but I am ready for this. 

When the time came for me to get to get to the train station to begin my journey to Strasbourg, I had to rush. I caught the train and ended up in Rennes after one transfer then waited a couple hours for the bus to Paris. The bus left after midnight but the ride felt really short even though the trip was about five hours. I dozed off for most of the ride and only remember waking up to see that we were driving past Le Mans. Once in Paris, I headed to the loading dock for the bus to Strasbourg which ended leaving thirty minutes late.


As soon as the bus to Strasbourg started moving, I dozed on and off. I woke up at some point to a very pretty sunrise then went back to sleep. When I finally woke up the bus was making a stop at the train station in Ardenne and I chose that moment to start writing.












I will be spending the weekend in Strasbourg with Sarena and from there we will head to Lyon and Dijon.

I am grateful to be able to do this. I am grateful to have the presence of my Angels and Guardians everywhere I go. I ask for Divine Guidance throughout this trip and as always I believe in miracles and expect great things. I am thankful for Spirit.







Dec 16


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