making my dream to go to Paris finally come true in 2009 & how it changed my life from night into day
When I woke up in this dream called Paris I become another version of my Australian/Bolivian self. In this world I wear colors I would never dare to in Oz. Hot pinks, bold reds. Everything that enters this dream is perfect. Like musical notes on a scale which find their place. From the sentiments of… Read More Paris as a Blossom of Feeling
Whether you’re a tourist or not, it’s fun to ride with your very own peloton of bike riders! It didn’t even matter that I wore a slightly impractical dress. Fat Tire Tours in Paris do a great job of keeping everyone safe, informed, healthy and happy riding through the gorgeous city at a leisurely pace.… Read More Fat Tire Tours – Paris
The first bridge I set foot on in Paris, was the charming Pont des Arts. It’s the least elaborate of all the bridges. The simplest. Yet it’s the one where people gathered most evenings to have picnics and just stopped to enjoy the river. This was a comfort zone. It felt bare, raw, plain. I… Read More Soul Surrender at Le Pont des Arts
My “tourist plan” for most days was as follows: leave the apartment, walk in any direction guided by my intuition and interest in what I see around me, follow nice smells, happy sounds, beautiful things. I looked forward to the prospect of being incredibly lost, so long as what was around me was pleasant and ONLY when Absolutely necessary… Read More Seeing the Seine
My arrival to Paris CDG airport was less of a touchdown than it was a head over heels tumbling into the city of lights. I didn’t know what hit me, but something had and now it was up to me to figure out how to get back up. Alone and despondent is the worst combination… Read More Literally falling in Love with Paris
Day 3 in Paris. I wake up looking forward to exploring the city, but as soon as I get up the dizziness that is now my constant companion, is again moving walls around me and floor from under me. The whole flight to France I’d done all the “right” things: drunk lots of water,… Read More “Getting frustrated and not to mention confused, she cries. Her tears flood the hallway.” Day 3 in Paris
On my first morning I found that the jet lag had worked for me, not against me. I woke up at 5am which was great because I could enjoy the sunrise and gradual lighting of my neighbouring rooftops. What I hadn’t expected was to experience an intense form of vertigo or constant dizziness…not like… Read More Paris Day 1: Human Spinning Top
Growing up in Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia we were lucky to be surrounded by beautiful macaws and all sorts of parrots. We had 2 as pets…one of them could sing Julio Iglesias songs. They were always so funny and affectionate and loved being tickled on the tummy. In Australia I’ve had a parrot… Read More Parrots in Paris
Once I walked through that red door, of my Parisian 6th floor apartment, I awakened into the beginning of my dream, more real than any reality I’d lived before. Happiness is a small word for how Large my Joy is sitting here on this Parisian balcony. It came true.
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