It’s also the season of butterflies– not the pretty kind you can photograph, but the kind that make you forget to eat breakfast- yes, Squam season is upon me and damn, you’d think I would have this figured out by now. Kaitlyn is a flipping rock star and beyond supportive, but there’s only so much she can do. The stuff I have to do always seems so daunting and I don’t know why that is.
Is it all about attitude?
But I also think there’s a big gap between plans and visions and the um, actual execution of said dreams. *sigh*
I know, I hear you– it helps to vent it a bit. And what’a a blog for if not to vent, n’est-ce pas?
Speaking of French– I have totally failed to tell you about the trip to Paris! How is that possible?
It was honestly one of the best trips of my life. Tara and I had never traveled together before so all bets were off whether it was gonna be a good fit or not– and man, it was awesome. Two days in and she was already planning a whole series of adventures and I was all, hey, be here now– and let me say, we were there.
Had a fabulous apartment that turned out to be just down the street from my one of my darling cousins* so got to see a good bit of her– plus we walked our butts off — ate dessert at every meal– drank our fair share of some really great wine and even had a bit of wild outings replete with dancing and motorcycle rides around the city of lights— tres Amelie.
In a word– perfect.
Tara even did some re-enactments of how I used to get back into my room at night after they had locked the doors and I’d been out til the wee hours . .
Mostly? I laughed. I haven’t laughed so much, so hard in such a long time. We’d be walking down the sidewalk and I would be doubled over. Couldn’t walk I was laughing so hard. Turns out you can be friends for 26 years and still have stories to share that had never surfaced before. And, best of all– our friendship went to new levels of connection. I think there’s just no substitute for time. Lots of time to hang out– slow conversations– she and I talk on the phone and text like most people do– but it just isn’t the same as full out days to really get a sense of what is going on with each of us, you know? It was awesome.
Anyway– the highlight was the Chagall exhibit. It went straight into my bloodstream and I’m gonna be thinking about it all summer for sure.
The only thing that wasn’t so great was the air. Seriously, bad air. It kind of killed any fantasy I had about living in Paris for a couple of years– the pollution is pretty bad. I had a tickly thing in the back of my throat the whole time I was there– Tara got blasted with allergies (she never gets allergies) and people said it was that the trees were dropping more pollen than usual to combat the air pollution. Whatever the case– it felt great to get home and breathe good air. . . . I would still go back anytime for a visit– but no way I’d live there.
Plus, the puppers? Not such a great place for dogs, oddly. You can’t go on the grass– the hell?
*total bummer! She is getting married in September– gorgeous family wedding in the south of France and I can’t go because .. wait for it, it is the exact weekend as September Squam . .. any other date and I would totally be there– seriously– what are the odds? You will be proud to know I plied her and her beloved with wine and did my utmost to get them drunk enough to reschedule it . . but, helas— I was not successful.