Tag Archives: travel

Angel vs Devil

16 Nov

Notre Dame Moulin Rouge

Notre Dame in Summer

3 Nov

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reentry

17 Aug

walkingWe’re back from Paris and wow, what an adventure, learning experience, stress-filled, magical, amazing, and frustrating time it was. I definitely consider myself a more seasoned traveler after this trip! I’ll post more about it all later including some of my favorite photos.

My love for the city remains firmly intact and even deeper than before. As this was our second trip there, the newness was gone and it was nice to feel somewhat more connected to our surroundings, if that makes any sense. For instance, we were much more comfortable communicating with people and dealing with the language issues. The concern of getting lost was mostly non-existent; we took the metro everywhere and covered so much territory using public transportation that it made getting back into a car once we got home seem really strange. Sure, it still felt like we had a big “‘Murica” stamped on our foreheads but it was much easier to feel at ease and as if we could actually integrate and fit in with the flow of the city, given enough time.

Kiddo did great staying home with my mom but the little one missed us a ton and vice versa. She and I were attached at the hip more than usual today and you better believe that I enjoyed every cuddle. I have one more day off tomorrow, albeit a very busy one, before heading back to the day job on Tuesday.

So, sleepy time for me. Bonne nuit!

itinerary for the next week

7 Aug

Its been a long wait to return to La Ville-Lumière but it is finally here and The Accountant and I leave tomorrow evening! This trip is in celebration of our 15th wedding anniversary earlier in the summer, and is the perfect excuse to return to Paris (not that you need an excuse). We’ll leave Nashville on Friday (tomorrow) and arrive in Paris on Saturday afternoon, which will be like experiencing a bizarre time-warp. We will have some time to defeat jet lag and get settled in before joining up with a small group of fellow travelers on Sunday.

Our plans are as such…

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stress and therapists who text

17 Jul

Today was super stressful. Lots to do and my head just wasn’t in it. My brain was not working at all and I was struggling with concepts that should have been relatively simple. My boss probably thinks I’m a total doofus. Oh well. I powered through anyway and managed to get all the things done that were required. Small victories. Hopefully I didn’t screw anything up.

A therapy appointment that went over didn’t help my stress level either. It was productive as usual however. Its almost like sitting in a class about yourself. You’re the student and the therapist is the teacher…teaching you things about yourself that you may or may not know or realize. Its a bizarre thing at times. I should probably take notes.

And is it weird that my therapist texted me? I didn’t even realize she had my number and I was sitting in the waiting room and get a text from a number I didn’t recognize saying that this person was running late but would be there in five minutes. I didn’t answer and I thought there was a chance it was the doc but dismissed the thought until she comes in and says “hey did you get my text”? It just struck me as weird. Then at the end of the session she said she would text me some information on meditation resources and she did. Its like we’ve reached a whole new level in our relationship or something. Ha.

Ok, some yahoo crazy cuckoo person (me), booked a 5:45AM flight for in the morning. My reasons were noble (to maximize time with my friends) but man, getting up in four hours is gonna hurt tomorrow. I’ll manage on adrenaline alone though. I love traveling solo. Love it love it love it. I’ll be in Pittsburgh by lunchtime and all will be well.

This this this this this!!!

18 Jul

I would do this IN A HEARTBEAT. Do you know how many times I have said that I would love to go to the airport, walk up to the ticket counter and tell them to give me a seat on the next available flight to anywhere? A million times. But this is even better! Want.

http://www.wfsb.com/story/22875950/heineken-asks-travelers-at-jfk-to-drop-everything

staring

15 Jul

It has not been the best of weekends. Kiddo got violently ill on the way home Thursday, requiring an impromptu pit stop along the interstate to clean her up best I could and get home asap. It was gross and pitiful and made me cry when she stared at me with her little lip quivering and said “mommy, will you take care of me?”. I stayed home with her on Friday and she steadily felt better as the weekend progressed. The Accountant then came down with a sinus infection and has been pretty miserable as well. So far I’ve dodged any sort of plague but I can’t help but feel that some sort of malady is hanging over my head just waiting to strike.

At the risk of sounding petty and selfish, I’ve felt very confined the past few days. Its nice to feel so needed but I’m suffocating. The air in the house has felt heavy and burdensome and my space violated. I would die for my family and taking care of my child, sick or not, is always my top priority but lets be honest, I’d also give up sweets for a month for one weekend of solitude in a nice hotel room. I simply cannot breathe.

A bit of respite came tonight with the timely offer of a babysitter. The Accountant and I seized the opportunity and went out for a nice dinner and a long meander through the local bookstore.  We parted ways in the bookstore as we tend to do, him to books about motorcycles and computers, me to fiction and travel.

In the travel section I just stood and stared for a while at the colorful array teasing me with the names of countries I’ll never go to, cities I only dream about. I ran an index finger along the spines of the section on Europe and recalled that trip of a lifetime that is always floating around in my head waiting to be recalled when I lapse into my frequent hobo daydreams.

Hubs and I talked about a return trip to Paris that we are planning for our 15th anniversary in a couple of years and that was nice. I realize how fortunate I am to even be discussing that as a real possibility. I cling to hope of that trip like some sort of lifeline. I think about going back there and immersing myself in a place so different from where I am, so alive and beautiful, and I catch my breath.  I remember wandering the streets of Paris at night with hubs years ago and I vividly recall the sounds of the clinking of dishes in the sidewalk cafes and the lulling cadence of conversations in French. I didn’t understand a word and it didn’t matter. It was lovely and surreal and dreamlike and I desperately want it back.

Blame it on my escapist nature I suppose but I sometimes wonder if Paris represents something bigger in my mind, something other than simply a magical City of Light. An ideal of sorts, an idyllic dream of freedom from daily routine and responsibility. I know that I often indulge in fantasies of travel. I am not here in this small southern town. I am in Rome, and then Venice. Barcelona will be next or maybe Amsterdam. It doesn’t matter. I want to explore all of it.

I want so many things. Intangible things. The freedom to simply…experience.

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