sleepy but ready for my next adventure
I was sleepy all day, today.
Last night, Keni, my smooth collie, rearranged the broom closet. He did this most of the night. I love the hell out of Keni, but he's a crazy loon during a storm. It's the collie in him, he's worried about the sheep. Sad that the thinks they are in the broom closet and sometimes under the sink.
It was still a full day. I worked on taxes. I mailed things. Biz stuff. Had a meeting.
Tonight I'll sleep well and tomorrow I'll get up for an early run.
I hung a tattered poster in my office about three months ago with a black and white image of Les Escaliers de Montmartre, Paris from 1936. Leslie teased me that I would just drive myself crazy staring at it. I told her, that it would help me get out of the country. Looks like it's working. I'm going later this spring. We'll travel to Normandy to the site of the D-Day invasion and visit the grave of my great uncle William. Then we'll travel through the Loire valley and slowly head back up to Paris. We're staying in studio apartments, which I've found to be quite the adult answer to hostels.
When I was last in Paris, I ran out of money pretty fast. I made friends with someone on the train and she got me into an already full hostel cause she'd made friends with the manager and he took pity on me. I remember touring the Louvre and the Jeu de Paume and having gre
at couscous on the Left Bank and good coffee and cheese and wine. I lived simply, but I still exceeded my miserly budget of $5/day and whatever I had stashed in my backpack. So I packed up and headed for Chartres where I met some wonderful fellow travelers and toured the cathedral. I remember sitting with my new friends at an outdoor cafe sipping beer and feeling like the luckiest person the world. I didn't think about that boy back home even once, and why would I? In France, in Italy, all over Europe, any woman will feel like the most desirable, adored, interesting creature on the planet.
So, I'm going back and this time I'll also see the D-Day beaches, the Loire valley and Mont St. Michel. I'll go with someone I couldn't have imagined would ever exist during that first trip, my very own daughter. Oh, and this time, I'll drive a car, a stick shift most likely.
I would love any travel tips, advice and recommendations.
Last night, Keni, my smooth collie, rearranged the broom closet. He did this most of the night. I love the hell out of Keni, but he's a crazy loon during a storm. It's the collie in him, he's worried about the sheep. Sad that the thinks they are in the broom closet and sometimes under the sink.
It was still a full day. I worked on taxes. I mailed things. Biz stuff. Had a meeting.
Tonight I'll sleep well and tomorrow I'll get up for an early run.
I hung a tattered poster in my office about three months ago with a black and white image of Les Escaliers de Montmartre, Paris from 1936. Leslie teased me that I would just drive myself crazy staring at it. I told her, that it would help me get out of the country. Looks like it's working. I'm going later this spring. We'll travel to Normandy to the site of the D-Day invasion and visit the grave of my great uncle William. Then we'll travel through the Loire valley and slowly head back up to Paris. We're staying in studio apartments, which I've found to be quite the adult answer to hostels.When I was last in Paris, I ran out of money pretty fast. I made friends with someone on the train and she got me into an already full hostel cause she'd made friends with the manager and he took pity on me. I remember touring the Louvre and the Jeu de Paume and having gre
at couscous on the Left Bank and good coffee and cheese and wine. I lived simply, but I still exceeded my miserly budget of $5/day and whatever I had stashed in my backpack. So I packed up and headed for Chartres where I met some wonderful fellow travelers and toured the cathedral. I remember sitting with my new friends at an outdoor cafe sipping beer and feeling like the luckiest person the world. I didn't think about that boy back home even once, and why would I? In France, in Italy, all over Europe, any woman will feel like the most desirable, adored, interesting creature on the planet.So, I'm going back and this time I'll also see the D-Day beaches, the Loire valley and Mont St. Michel. I'll go with someone I couldn't have imagined would ever exist during that first trip, my very own daughter. Oh, and this time, I'll drive a car, a stick shift most likely.
I would love any travel tips, advice and recommendations.
1 Comments:
sounds like it will be a fun & interesting trip. i just picked up a book called something like Henry Miller: The Paris Years or something, by the photographer Bressai (sp?). Very interesting stuff about Paris in the 30's.
Oh, how about this for a nice little quote: "every indie filmmaker has three homes: the city that they live in, New York City, & Paris"
:)
perhaps needs some work, not succinct yet.
Paris, because of the French New Wave you know. They made indie filmmaking respectable :)
- Sujewa
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