When I was in collage, I lived in Portland, Oregon. If you have ever been there then you know the city sits along two rivers the Columbia and the Willamette Rivers. Portland, Oregon is one of my favorite cities in the United States. It is simple gorgeous; however, because of all that water there are a lot of bridges. While I can appreciate the architectural accomplishment, bridges scare me and I have a hard time driving over them. As I approach them I say a quick prayer and hold my breath. Silly, I know, but I am terrified of getting in an accident on the bridge and plunging to my death. So now you know my little secret. Backroads are a different story and they excite me! You just never know what you are going to find around the corner. Yesterday, I was kind of missing Germany. I know that spring has come and the fields are yellow and gorgeous! I dream of someday getting lost in southern France in May when the poppy fields color the landscape with red, or in July when the lavender is in it's full glory. Maybe, I will find a small café along the roadside and I will eat a banquette and then finish off with a delicious pastry. Do you want to come?