It was that perfect time of year, early fall, when the air is crisp and damp and the light makes everything glow. We slept not unlike how we sleep in New York in the fall, with the windows open, our soft white curtains billowing in, reminding me the day has begun. It is easy to sleep well in the heart of France’s Champagne region at the Hostellerie La Briqueterie under the bouquet of garden roses. There was a not a sound as I lay there in the early morning light thinking about the adventure that day. Not a sound but the dreams that fill my head and have taken me down a road paved in memories.