Aspen DAY TWENTY ONE The flight from New York to France had stretched into what felt like an eternity. Eight long hours that seemed never-ending, as though the hands of the clock had stopped moving just to tease me. I kept drifting in and out of sleep, only to wake up and realize we were still suspended over the Atlantic. I walked up and down the aisle countless times, sometimes even lingering by the cockpit, pretending I had business there. Mostly, I was just bored to my bones.But all of that changed the moment the wheels touched down on French soil. The moment we stepped outside, my fatigue melted into pure excitement. France. A country I had only seen in pictures, movies, and glossy magazine spreads. Now it was all in front of me, the winding roads, the charming stone buildings, the language I barely understood but loved to hear.I kept pressing my face to the window as the car whisked us away from the airport, my phone clutched tightly in my hands, camera already snapping awa
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