The deal is closed! The property in Bulgaria has been purchased, Henry and Callum have flown off to Sofia to close the deal, and my work at Europa is complete. It was a fantastic experience, one I will never forget. And I even learned a few things. Though I still struggle with the concept of a 20 million dollar investment in the first place.

I pack up my bags (easier said than done) and depart The Grahams, 95 Mallinson Road, Clapham, and ultimately London. VIctoria Station is incredibly familiar by now, and I leap onto my bus, bound for Paris, and fall asleep. It is difficult to describe my love for London, or the enjoyment I got out of my two packed weeks wandering its streets and museums and theaters. I could not get enough, but I am glad to have done a bit.

After a bus, a train, another bus, a subway, and another train, I am at last approaching Burgundy, and Grimault.

I stream out of Paris on the TGV listening to Maurice Ravel's Valses Nobles Et Sentimentales bursting exuberantly as sunny Paris streams by. As the train slides across bleak snow-covered landscapes I listen to the simple open chords of Erik Satie. We pass through quaint villages as Frederic Chopin bubbles merrily and elegantly in my ears. Then the powerful orchestral chords of Camille Saint-Saens pour through my consciousness as the train tears down a rocky canyon. Finally we are enveloped in snow, a blizzard wrapping around the train as the delicate solo violin of Jules Massenet threads through my mind. And as those chords fade away I have arrived, in Montbard, Burgundy. Alice and David await on the platform and we are reunited the wannabe Prodigal Grandson wrapped up in the fur and berets of the awaiting grandparents.

We return to Grimault, where we shelter inside with warm food and warmer music and a delightful fire, and outside the weather is frightful.