In England….

(Insert picture of a lone seagull soaring in the night sky..)
After the show in Bristol, I was sitting outside next to the tour bus by myself and was looking up at the sky. A seagull soared past – slowly, magnificent, regal. Quietly – there was just the bird and I on the street. I was wondering if that particular bird ever made it to the seashore where I grew up, or the beaches of Florida. I wondered what that bird had seen. And I felt so lucky to be finally spreading my wings, so to speak, and to be able to adventure around the world.
We’re at a hotel at the moment to get our showers before we head off to Edinburgh on the tour bus. The seagulls are making their laughing sound outside the window.
I paid 6 pounds to get internet access to say hello to you for the moment – so you know I love you dearly. Because, well – 1 British pound is worth like 2 million American dollars at the moment.
I journaled a whole thing about Paris in my notebook, but I want you to see the pictures that go with it and my camera is on the tour bus right now. I just want you to know that Paris was a dream come true. The crowd was amazing and I had so much fun with my fan dance in the shadow of the Moulin Rogue. That and it was amazing to be on stage once again with Emilie and the Crumpets.
From our bus we saw the top of the Eiffel Tower, we were all sitting in the back of the tour bus in the “champagne room” and I made everyone hold hands when we saw it, because well, it is the city of romance. And we pulled up to a group of fans waiting out front at 3pm for a show when doors didn’t open until 9pm….and that was very very sweet. They sure know how to make us feel welcome!
Okay – everyone is heading out to the bus – I have to go. It’s 4am here now and we need our beauty rest!
nightnight.