NO MORE FEAR OF HEIGHTS

I'd always longed to go to Europe and see some of the beautiful works of art I'd studied in college. I decided to go on my own rather than with a tour group, in order to have more freedom to visit the cities, museums, and tourist attractions of my choice. But for the final leg of the trip, a friend who was living abroad arranged for me to join a couple of short tours: one to Amsterdam, and then to Paris the following weekend, with her.

April in Paris seemed like every girl's dream! I couldn't wait to see the Louvre, Notre Dame, and the Eiffel Tower. But wait, I thought. What about that very TALL Eiffel Tower? Suddenly, the whiteknukle days of my childhood, when I was afraid of heights and hid in the bottom of the car as my family crossed the high mountain passes of Montana and Idaho, flooded my thought.

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