Music and I have such a strange relationship right now. I have always found such comfort in music, thanks in part to the strong emotional connection I have with a beautiful song. Just read my post on our life soundtracks and you'll see a bit of that. Right now music is still very much tied to my emotions, but since many of my emotions are depressing ones, music I would usually find beautiful and stirring now seem to stir me close to tears. I'm finding new meanings to songs I've listened to a thousand times. It's a dangerous game, playing shuffle on my ipod. Russian Roulette with my emotions. So today, I'm gonna make a happy playlist. Music that just makes me want to get up and dance, nothing too closely tied to a memory, just good music standing on it's own, making me smile.
This might be harder than I thought.
Let's talk about yesterday. Paris was sunny, one might even go so far as to say it was hot. I ventured into the city with a few Disney girls and we went to mass at Notre Dame. They went off in search of falafels and I met Katie and Alyssa. I have an aversion to the word "falafel" and as such, also have an aversion to the food. Instead, croissants were consumed on a shady bank of the Seine, a very Parisian sunny Sunday activity. We strolled through the Notre Dame gardens and then Katie took me to an even holier place. Shakespeare and Company, the English bookstore by Notre Dame and my new home away from home. Wall to wall books, old and new, co-mingling in perfect harmony. After putting my nose into as many antique books I could find, we were off to Sainte Chappelle. The sunny day we were having made it perfect to see all the beautiful stained glass. When I reached the top of the stairs and entered the chapel, Katie looked back at
I love the French children. The toddlers and babies. They are so beautiful and carefree. My best interactions with the French thus far have been with toddlers. No language barriers there, just smiles. Smiles meant just for me, to brighten my day.
I feel like I have the most in common with the children of this country. I go where I'm told, when I'm told, and do what I'm told. When I'm not being told what to do, I feel aimless and am unsure what to do, so I find silly ways to amuse myself. I take naps. I go for walks. I daydream. I eat grilled cheese. My vocabulary is probably very similar to that of a 2 year old. I can tell someone when I am hungry or thirsty, and what I would like to eat. I say please and thank you.
Yes, in this foreign place, I am a 3 year old. 3 year olds are allowed to cry when they don't get their way, so I should be to. Don't judge me, I'm just a baby.