Wednesday, 20 January 2010
At 3 a.m. this morning my telephone rang. I missed it the first time, so after stumbling up the hallway I took it with me back to the bedroom. Just a few seconds later it rang again........it was Cameron.........at the top of the Eiffel Tower......what a day he had just had.
At 6 p.m. his time, the lights sparkled and I could hear the people around him, together with him also appreciate the beauty of what was happening.
I could hear in his voice the most wonderful day he'd had wandering the cobbled streets of Paris, riding the Metro, looking at shops and taking in the sights.
His money is almost gone and there were a couple of things he wanted to do, like go up the Eiffel Tower and ride the giant Ferris Wheel, but thought he might have to forgo those because of the cost. Whilst walking through a park in Paris he found the correct amount of money he needed to do both those things - maybe an Angel left it there for him to find.
Even though being woken up at 3 a.m. by the telephone is always a little frightening.....especially when someone is half a world away.........but to just hear his voice and the wonder in the tone of his voice as he enjoyed the sights from the Eiffel Tower and hear of the wonderful day he had enjoyed made the wake up all worthwhile.