What’s over there?
Posted on December 15, 2006 - Filed Under Personal |
Sometimes you just have to feel.
I think I was about 15 when I decided I needed to go to Paris. Another 15 years passed before this dream was realized. During that time, that little idea burned in the back of my head. It festered, it grew, it refused to let me forget about it.
It’s still fresh in my mind: the first time my foot set down in Paris. I was on the EuroStar, just arrived from London. During the 150 mph train ride, I could barely contain my excitement. This exotic location was heading towards me at break neck speed. Would I be ready? Would it be like I saw in all those photos? Would I get lost in the Louvre? Would my French be understandable?
It was nearly midnight. The staircase leading up from the metro planted me squarely next to three beautiful restaurant. The cool, fall air swirled around me. I wanted to fill my lungs with this scent but I couldn’t. My heart was racing, my breathing was shallow. It almost overwhelmed me.
After walking for what felt like an eternity, my lost soul found it’s way to my hotel. I checked in, using my broken French. I made my way to my room; but sleeping was the last thing on my mind.
I knew that the Eiffel Tower was only 3 blocks from my hotel. I knew the site of the Eiffel Tower would make this real. At that moment I would be really, truly, undeniably be in Paris. Excitement got the better of me as I raced back out on the street. I was too close. I had come this far. I refused to deny myself. I had to see it. I must see the one monument that defines Paris in the eyes of world.
It didn’t disappoint.
For those who haven’t see the Eiffel Tower (La Tour Eiffel
) lit up at night, it is spectacular. I felt as if I was a small child, seeing the sun for the first time. The awe not only of it’s size but how it touched my soul. The Tower started flashing its lights as if to say "Welcome to Paris young man. You finally made it."
To this day, I remember every detail. Every nuance. Every oder.
There’s a part of my being that shares in the joy whenever someone experiences a similar event.
With that being said, I’m hoping that WonderWoman enjoys her first vacation to Italy. Something she has dreamed about for a long time.
Safe travels.
If you decide not to return, can I have your car?
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My niece has asked for a vacation to Paris for her 15th birthday. My sister told her she will have to wait, she’s too young. Not to mention that it’s a pretty tall order for the average mexican family. I’m going to have her read this post, to help her keep hope alive!
Paty, actually my delay in getting there wasn’t due to money. It was because I had this romantic notion in my head that I would only go to Paris with that “someone special”.
What was I thinking?!?!
Anyway I sincerely hope your niece enjoys the post. Thanks!
Thank you Clifford!
If I refuse to return, I’ll send for my car! A whole highway system yet unexplored…
I have not only the feelings roiling inside that you so eloquently described in your post, but the added attraction of meeting family I suspected I had but never confirmed…
My Italian is almost good, as long as I don’t have to speak it.
Ciao Amico! Buon Natale e Buon Nuovo Anno!
Ci vediamo!