london, bordeaux, rome, pompeii, sorrento, capri, the amalfi coast. milan, portofino, santa margherita, cinque terre, nice and monaco. amsterdam, stuttgart, karlsruhe, paris.
the places of my dreams came to life, so real in the vivid colours of my imagination. for six weeks i explored countries so unknown yet so familiar.
adventures fill my memory bank. french words are etched all over my heart. places have pulled me apart into tiny pieces of indescribable happiness. elatedness.
and people, those strange and wonderful souls who have shared this journey with me, have put me back together, so puzzle perfect, with love and adventure and rightfulness.
travel has overwhelmed me.
boating down la seine, paris.
travel, adventure, new cities. love and life and light.
my darling, paris.
oui! c’est paris!
i saw the eiffel tower last night for the first time in real life.
i cried, yes, tears! i chatted away to myself, mostly with gasps and oh-my-gods, while a smile stretched as far as it could across my face.
[my cheeks hurt from the excitement of it all.]
my delicious dreams are coming true, every minute i’m in paris.
the eiffel tower. blowing my mind!
it’ll feel like a dream.
like any second, i’ll open my eyes and see the world for the very first time.
that’s what will happen.
one day i’ll be dreaming in french. my thoughts so wholly contained, so wonderfully occupied [by words i don’t know just yet].
we’ll fall in love in french, under the eiffel tower and a blanket of stars. dizziness and loveliness wrapped in the smell of cut grass and croissants. wrapped in serenity. wrapped in whispers, dopey smiles and the silver glow of the moon.
and when i forget to try, those words will fill my mind, they’ll fill my heart, and so easily they’ll flow. you’ll see.
one day when i’m dreaming in french, i’ll be dreaming of you.
i’m about to lose myself. in 99 sleeps, to be precise [but hey, who’s counting?]
i’m about to let go of everything i know, and dive – heart first – into a sea of newness, freshness, firsts. every day will smell and feel different to the last, every day will be like the best sunday there ever was.
it will be courage that makes me want to come back and leave the adventure behind.
travel is the pump of my life. it forces me to take risks, push my limits, find myself, trust myself. i’m ready to feel it all again, and more. to know that everything will work out as it should – because it is how it is. to know that life has an incredible way of presenting you with a million paths – all right, all possible. all exciting.
i’ll lose myself to the feeling of the gravel beneath my feet in budapest; the smell of the air at dusk in bordeaux; the sound of the water beating at the boats in venice. london. paris. rome. frankfurt. and everything in between.
i can imagine it, i dream about it, i feel the incredible rush of the aloneness. from the first sunrise to the last sunset. it will be mine.
she’s living and working in paris. breathing/experiencing france, eating/speaking french, being a parisian. what a special girl, what an amazing opportunity.
i’ve known tessa since i was a kid. we grew up dancing and being little girls, praying for tutus in our end of year concerts.
she started at bond before i did and when my time came to make the move to university, she met me at a coffee shop to give me advice, warn me of the fun and tell me all the things i desperately needed to know. she said i needed a nice quilt cover set. trivial but brilliant.
from that advice came greater advice. and now, when i need an honest, brutal, realistic opinion, i ask tessa. she grounds me, allays my paranoia, tells me i’m ridiculous – or right. she is full of the wisdom, kindness and patience of a friend you have for life.