I come from Gypsy stock. No lie. Sometimes I think I was meant to wander the world. To discover the unique personalities of each country, city, town, settlement. To soak up as many experiences as I can and put them in my pack to discover more. I love the idea of being able to create a new me wherever I go.
I also come from Yankee stock. I like hunkering down and settling in one place. I like knowing the ins and outs of that place, whether it be my home or my town. I thrive on blending in. I love knowing that I have one spot in the world that is mine.
So what does a Gypsy-Yankee girl do? She starts planning a trip to Paris. Hunker down in the City of Light for a week or so. Make Paris my adopted home for a little bit of time.
It defies common sense really. Paris? When I have bills to pay off? Yes! Because we only live once. And anyway, it won’t be until Fall 2013 or later, and we all know a lot can change in two years. There is never a perfect time for anything so you have to take the reins and go full force ahead on a jet to Paris. That’s all there is to it.
I’ve already started planning what I want to experience with my boys. The Eiffel Tower – day and night. My adoration of the Paris metro. The Louvre. Bike riding around the grounds at Versailles. Climbing to the top of Notre Dame. Limon et Framboise sorbet. Fresh morning pains au chocolat at the patisserie down the street. Crepes for lunch. Walking along the Seine.
Mostly I just want to BE there. To inhale all that Paris is.