It's been a long while since I posted something for Sunday Scribblings, mostly because I've been busy settling into life here in Paris and all that goes with doing that. Oh, yeah, and meeting a very nice Australian man.
But when I saw the prompt this week, "Dream Journey", I couldn't NOT write something. Because I'm already on my dream journey... and how totally cool is THAT?!
Yesterday, I went to a "salon" with two of my blog pals, where we got to taste food and drink from all over France -- for FREE. For three hours, we sipped wines, armagnacs, cognacs, and God knows what else. We tasted fois gras, confitures (jams), breads, cheeses, cakes, chocolates, and sweets. It's the kind of thing that could only be done well in France where food and drink are practically a religion. Fun, fun, fun! [Listen to Episode 27 where K&K podcast all about what we saw and did.]
And today, earlier this evening, I was sitting in a little Left Bank café, having just finished a soupe à l'oignon and a salade verte. I was looking through the book I bought that afternoon at the Cluny Museum, now called the Musée de Moyen Age, where I had gone to see the ruins of Roman baths and amazing 15th century tapestries. Imagine being able to put your hand on stones that were laid in the first century A.D. -- that's something you can't see in New Jersey!
After my dinner, I wandered over to little Rue Christine to a small movie theatre that shows a lot of old American movies. Today's feature was one of my favorite Hitchcock movies, "Rear Window". I love seeing these movies on the big screen, the way they were intended. I also found it really curious that the French laughed at some of the most un-funny parts of the movie... like when the little dog is found strangled and when James Stewart is pushed out of the window by the murderer. I guess a French sense of humor is kind of an oxymoron. But then again, they do revere Jerry Lewis even to this day.
Walking through the 6th on my way to my bus stop, I enjoyed looking in shop windows and watching couples kissing on street corners. Families walking home from their Sunday dinners. Friends laughing over an espresso at Le Deux Magots and Flore. Flowers in window boxes in front of open windows. The air was mild, an early spring day, trees already budding with little green buds. A perfect Sunday afternoon turned into the perfect Sunday evening, capping off the perfect Paris weekend with good weather, good food, good entertainment and good friends. I am very blessed.
I'm finally past the point of pinching myself in disbelief, as I was doing a lot in the early weeks of my arrival in Paris. But this week will mark two months that I've been back here and have been settled in to real life in Paris, and they've been the best two months of my life.
Dreams DO come true, but you have to give them some help sometimes. I'm not here by accident, I'm here by design. There have been many times in the past when I thought it might never come to pass, but I'm here. Which only goes to prove I can accomplish anything if I really want to.
And if I can have my dream journey, anyone can. So... what are you waiting for?
