Welcome to My Paris Journal : Day 7
I lived a dream, my friends.
I sauntered through a French market and feasted my eyes on things I’ve seen only in my dreams.
But before I did, I sat comfortably on the wrong side of the track. Then boarded a train going in the opposite direction…
Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
A few years ago, we wrote RV Adventure at the top of our family’s New Year’s goals list.
We went RV hunting,
toured a few,
fell in love,
then the pandemic chomped two years out of our lives
and we went nowhere.
Our address for the night
Finally, last year,
we rented a Winnebago
and went…
I think of each year as
a large wicker basket,
woven with strands of love,
given to me
to fill with
intangible gifts.
I think of each month,
as a a garden--
one I walk through
swinging my basket by my side and
stopping in each month to fill
it with moments and experiences …
The first time I tried ordering lunch in Italy last summer, my rudimentary Italian failed me. I had no clue what to say. I pointed to dishes of food behind the glass case and the woman serving me zoomed in on my finger and tried to match it to a dish.
“Si?’ she asked, pointing…
I submitted my second manuscript to my agent, bought a house, and spent one month in Italy with my family. It was easy adjusting to the pace of life there, maneuvering the language is a story for another time.
While I captured a few photos, there were moments that could not fit into the frame…