Dream Trip 2008: April

Great Travel Moment

It was a still, foggy morning in Burgundy. I left my barge cruise at o' dark-thirty to catch a van to find the hot air balloon people. I waited with a little anxiety, a lot of excitement and a prayer that I wouldn't die. We ascended. We saw nothing. We sailed along silently. Suddenly, out of the middle of the fog appeared the beautiful village of Vézeley. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. And I didn't want to land.