“I am happy all week long” is the ending of a Swedish drinking song, which requires the singers to count the weekdays on their fingers. I may have my moments of darkness, but generally speaking, the lyrics of this drinking song are applicable on me.
And I want this happiness to be contagious!
I’m sitting in an Air France flight that I, despite a snow storm and contrary to all expectations, boarded just in time. I’m on my way to the Rocky Mountains to snowboard with my good friend PG, and I’m browsing through a set of notes I made during my previous long-haul flight, where I listed what I thought I had achieved in 2008. Inspired by the white wine tasting offered by Air France, I let my thoughts on that list combine with the chain letter I recently fell victim of, where one is supposed to …[Read more]