Jetlag and the real world...
It's 6 am and I'm awake. *yawn* It's so unlike me, but this sleep schedule is still a little wonky from the Paris time change. I'm not THAT annoyed with it...If I had to be stuck on someone else's sleep schedule, I'm glad it's France's. :)
Today, I have to get back to work. I need to delve back into projects that I didn't even think ONE IOTA about the entire time I was gone. I'm trying to get back into the groove but it's a little difficult when not just two days ago, I was gallivanting about the most beautiful city in the world and drinking my weight in Veuve Clicquot.
I just had SUCH an amazing time in Paris. I can't even begin to recount every special little moment we had in that place. Every time we'd get on the metro and see some busker or artist performing, every time we'd come home to our hotel and we'd grab each other and go, "Holy Crap! The EIFFEL TOWER! Where'd that come from?" We sat at so many tiny sidewalk tables in wonderful cafes and just watched people go by, living their bustling Parisian lives. We ate so many crusty French baguettes with creamy cheeses, and drank tons of "deux cafe creme, s'il vous plait."
We stared amazed at every delicious little street and ornate historical building. We struggled with our French and wished we'd practiced more before we came. We embraced all the little differences and tried our best to be respectful Americans. We joined the lovers in Paris sitting beside the Seine, limbs entangled, whispering about the sun setting over the water.
And now we're home... We cleaned out the fridge and went shopping for all the basics. (We bought a baguette and some cheese to help ease the transition) We are staring real life in the face. Projects and deadlines are looming, and packing has begun for our new home, wherever it may be. Something is satisfying about having these colorful memories, the longing in my soul for adventure has been quenched and yet somehow made more thirsty. I even have Tim longing for travel! (This is a HUGE accomplishment) This was a major "first" for us and we bonded over the puzzle of Paris. Navigating through town, the exchange rate, how to say "bandaid" in French... It was a tremendous experience and I'll never forget it.
We went through all the photos and chose 520 out of 1500 to upload for our friends and family. I'm not posting the link yet, because I don't want my Denver friends to see all the photos before my birthday party on Saturday. If you want to see them, email me and I'll send you the link.
Back to the grind with a spring in my step and a twinkle in my eye.
~e
Today, I have to get back to work. I need to delve back into projects that I didn't even think ONE IOTA about the entire time I was gone. I'm trying to get back into the groove but it's a little difficult when not just two days ago, I was gallivanting about the most beautiful city in the world and drinking my weight in Veuve Clicquot.
I just had SUCH an amazing time in Paris. I can't even begin to recount every special little moment we had in that place. Every time we'd get on the metro and see some busker or artist performing, every time we'd come home to our hotel and we'd grab each other and go, "Holy Crap! The EIFFEL TOWER! Where'd that come from?" We sat at so many tiny sidewalk tables in wonderful cafes and just watched people go by, living their bustling Parisian lives. We ate so many crusty French baguettes with creamy cheeses, and drank tons of "deux cafe creme, s'il vous plait."
We stared amazed at every delicious little street and ornate historical building. We struggled with our French and wished we'd practiced more before we came. We embraced all the little differences and tried our best to be respectful Americans. We joined the lovers in Paris sitting beside the Seine, limbs entangled, whispering about the sun setting over the water.
And now we're home... We cleaned out the fridge and went shopping for all the basics. (We bought a baguette and some cheese to help ease the transition) We are staring real life in the face. Projects and deadlines are looming, and packing has begun for our new home, wherever it may be. Something is satisfying about having these colorful memories, the longing in my soul for adventure has been quenched and yet somehow made more thirsty. I even have Tim longing for travel! (This is a HUGE accomplishment) This was a major "first" for us and we bonded over the puzzle of Paris. Navigating through town, the exchange rate, how to say "bandaid" in French... It was a tremendous experience and I'll never forget it.
We went through all the photos and chose 520 out of 1500 to upload for our friends and family. I'm not posting the link yet, because I don't want my Denver friends to see all the photos before my birthday party on Saturday. If you want to see them, email me and I'll send you the link.
Back to the grind with a spring in my step and a twinkle in my eye.
~e
posted by saucybritches at
5/20/2008 05:08:00 AM
4 Comments:
Oo! Oo! Can I have the link please?
Wow, Erin! I've so enjoyed my vicarious trip to France. Thanks for sharing so vividly not just the facts, but the experience. I'd love the link, but I'm not sure where to email you. I'm at brijonbass@yahoo.com
Great photos! Although I admit I skimmed over many of them looking for photos of you and/or Tim:)
Glad you had such a wonderful time!
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