A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty, and in the point of Life.
Though I haven’t posted in a while, I’ll keep this one short.
I have not read a truer or more concise statement about Paris yet. Walking around Paris really does give this sentiment validation. There is history everywhere and of course unrivaled beauty pouring out of every building, metro stop and boulangerie, but the real things one learns from Paris are about life.
Do you agree? Are there any cities that speak to you, that you’ve learned from?
Even though its only been just over a week, I feel like I’ve already been in Paris for a very long time. When I’m getting used to being in a new situation, time seems to go really slowly because of all the new sights, people and surroundings. However, my excitement in being in Paris definitely overwhelmed any amount of stress I have been experiencing.
After months of preparation, tears and frustration, I landed in Charles de Gaule, following a nightmare of a voyage. Generally, I am a good flier. I enjoy turbulence and I enjoy landing and taking off. I love the toilets because the plane is the one place in the entire world (apart from a McDonalds) where I do not suffer from P.A. I do not love the bad air, the hideous post-landing look or the food. But the thing I like the least, the thing that I hate with all the hate I can hold in my heart is my inability to sleep during a flight. The impossibility of it is astonishing.
Better sleeping conditions include: construction zones, soccer matches, the maternity ward and underwater.
As I take a quick walk around my Parisian neighborhood, I pass the boulangerie. I can almost taste the pastries, the perfected baked goods, the positively picturesque breads. But I can’t go in.
Yet again google maps has not given me what I’d been promised. Street view! Yes. Real-time view! No. I still have to wait a few more weeks until I can truly walk into the bakery after I step off the metro.
My plane ticket mocks me. Pictures my friends post from abroad mock me. The posters on my room even mock me, and I thought they were on my side.
It hasn’t hit me yet that soon I will physically be in Paris again. The feeling of excitement and apprehension bubbles up from time to time, but it doesn’t seem real -not yet anyway. Soon I can see my friends again and even those from back home who are studying in various countries, and I can’t seem to wrap my mind around this. It’s almost a fairy tale. Bibbity-bobbity boo and I’ll be on my way to France. What!?
It’s also the second time I’ll celebrate a birthday in Paris, which reminds me of two things. I have visited Paris before (unimaginable!) and I’m getting old. Obviously I am not really getting old in the sense where my body is falling apart and I can’t remember where I put my keys (I do that without the help of old age, but that is another story). I am getting old in the sense that this is my twenty first birthday and I have been alive enough to be able to have this experience. I have actually lived about a fifth of the allotted time we are biologically given on this Earth. What!?
I’m getting a bit ahead of myself and for no real reason. Basically I am just super excited and I can’t process it without typing it inarticulately with streams of letters. So forgive me. I’ll be posting a link to my travel blog once it gets closer to the date, so keep in touch! So soon! I’m looking at the plane ticket again! Oops!!!!!!!