For a while now I've been thinking that I wanted to sneak in a little vacation this month, after all, I've only taken one week off during the last 12 months. For some reason, this particular Autumn, I've been thinking of travelling to Paris for a little antique shopping and museum going.
This isn't a little greve where the metro shuts down for 6 hours, this is a major strike.
Don't the French do this about once every decade or so?
I understand that a big part what this is about is the raising of the retirement age from 60 to 62.
Yes, that is certainly devastating, for the French.
And as we all know France, the idea if not the actual country, is all about quality of life.
Who wouldn't want to retire to a life of pastis and tarot at their country house at the age of 60?
Last night I had dinner with a group of friends who travel often. One was just back from Paris, another from London, and another had just returned from two months in Australia. She raved about how wonderful the quality of life is there.
So now I'm starting to think to myself, maybe that 20 hour plane ride over the Pacific wouldn't be so bad, if Australia was on the other side of it....
And on that topic, thank you to Faux Fuchsia my favorite Australian blogger for mentioning BHB on her blog. If you are not already reading her blog, you need to start reading it today. As she would say, run don't walk.