On needing a break from vacations

So, I am starting to realize I have travelled a little too long without a proper break. Granted, there was the two-week stretch in Varna, but one of those weeks was spent critiquing a manuscript, so it wasn't all Lie In the Watery Sun and Pretend The Beach and Sun is Hot kind of week. You can only travel so long without stopping for a little while. Or, at least this is what I have discovered is true for myself. I've become a bit numb to seeing beautiful things, and this feels like a crime when I'm in cities with many beautiful things to see.

I'm back to listless again. I have no desire to see any of the monuments or museums in Paris (whether I've visited them before or not). Well, I kinda wanted to revisit the Musee d'Orsay today, but I've been fairly tired and fighting a tiny cold...so I didn't go.

Though, I will admit going in to the city with the express desire of buying a handbag I saw a few times and have thought about frequently. I bought the last one (though, not in the raspberry-red color I coveted). I also sent a few lightweight, but bulky clothes items home. The backpack is just about bursting, after the shopping I've done here, and I just don't feel like getting the extra bag [I know I will need before flying back to the US] here, and lugging them both to London. The lazy bit of me would rather pay to mail things back, and deal with buying the extra luggage in London. I just can't be bothered with such things right now.

I also realize that had I not needed to change my return date by a couple weeks, that I would be languishing on the beach in Portugal.

So, now I'm off to languish on the bed of my Paris hotel room, and think about things like "do I go to London tomorrow or Thursday?" and "do I call C-E and see if he is free tonight...?"

Decisions, decisions.