Let me tell you about about Erin Hinz. She walked around with me in Paris eating her foie gras and moaning. She pointed out every exquisite butt of putti (angel child statues) that we passed. We went to a small theater that no tourist ever ever visits and saw a movie that we only had our vast imaginations to describe what we believed took place. (It had something to do with perfume, unpaid favors and whoever the next door neighbor really had a crush on.)
Erin like myself lives a life divided between what is happening as we breathe and what we fantasize is happening as we breathe. This makes her the ideal traveling companion to far away places. I encourage you now to see what she is coming up with these days in a land of her own...
