For the last week and a half or so I’ve been traveling around Paris with Kyle, soaking in the sights, eating and drinking all the city has to offer. It’s been a thrilling adventure and I feel like we explored a great deal of the city in a short amount of time, overall walking/biking in excess of 80 miles. During that time I also wrote quite a bit, mostly about our experiences in the city as well as recommendations for anyone interested in visiting this dazzling city.
In all honesty I’m still reeling from the experience, even while perched in a dingy, ill-lit airport lounge where I’m writing this, waiting for my connecting flight to Los Angeles. I miss the culture, I miss the tall, old buildings, I miss the people who bustle up and down the street on bikes or who quietly whisper on outdoor patios, cigarettes in hand. I miss the colors, I miss the sky staying bright so late, I miss awkwardly ordering in French. Suddenly confronted with the banal, middle American “normalcy” of this airport feels like a punch to the gut. I understand this makes me a sensitive, privileged individual, but it’s who I am. I crave the new, the beautiful, the challenges of the unknown and questioning why, why, why?
Hopefully over the next few days my stories will inspire the same feelings in you.