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.