Arriving in Burlington without a hitch, I was ready to embark on the next part of my journey.

Since I had spent time in Burlington, I knew exactly where to go back to. I knew I would have a place to stay and also I knew the town fairly well at this point. I would simply have to get adjusted to a new school, and I was ready to swallow the information at an unprecedented rate. I needed and wanted the knowledge.

I got into Burlington on a Friday and my class on French wine started the following Tuesday. In preparation, I went to the local library and Barnes & Noble to find every book I could get my hands on on French wine. I knew this would give me a head start.

I was excited to meet my classmates. I knew that some of us with have the same end-goal.

Since I had time, I was calling and talking with Samantha each nite. Samantha to this point had been such a good sport, that I knew I had to do something special. I could not let her even pay one dime for the trip to Tuscany. She had even been there when I deviated course from our relationship for just one nite. She had never left my side.

Additionally I was talking to Dad each nite. He, too, was excited that I had found the wine school and agreed it would be a good "next step". He had been telling me all along that this journey would be just that; a journey and a process. Undoubtedly, he was right, and it had been.

As I found my way back to the place I had stayed before, I laid my head on the pillow that nite and dreamed of Tuscany. In a a few months, we would be there.