my retired parents just returned from a trip to paris and london. i've been swooning over their photographs (this isn't one of them) with a combination of awe and nostalgia and a lump of wanderlust and wonderlust in my throat. now i deeply long to be there again. my parents had never been overseas before this trip IN THEIR LIVES, so i'm so very proud of and happy for them for making this voyage. now that's what i call retirement.