My travels continue...
The last beautiful day in London, before i went to Paris was indeed beautiful. I went to Covent Gardens and wandered into Hoburn until I found a park filled with people tanning, or so they thought, and reading and relaxing. I was tired from the day before, so I opted to find a coffee shop and pick up a tea and crisps and catch up on my London Lite gossip, while sitting in this park.
I found myself undecided in Starbucks, and someone behind me in line had asked to go ahead of me. It was Amy Winehouse. Or so I thought. I was spellbound. I said, "yes you can go ahead of me, I haven't decided yet" but my feet were stuck to the ground. I didn't move to get out of her way.
I later found out that it was an imposter, but I didn't believe it. This person looked exactly like her. And I couldn't help but stare, while texting my friends to seem busy, like I had a reason to be there. Suddenly, the day in the park turned into sitting in Starbucks. I couldn't breathe. I had to take a walk, and when I returned, she had left. I asked the barister if it was really her, and she said no, but she also kept saying Emmy Whitehouse.
Whatever, it was her.
The next day was a complete waste of life called Heathrow Terminal 5. The day I was to leave for Paris, Mother nature decided to throw a blizzard in London. After all this negativity, and being booted onto other flights, and waiting in neverending lines, I decided to take a train to Paris instead. Finally, I arrived. Looking stranded and tired, I took my first Paris metro ride to Helene Bignon's house. I arrived at midnight, and she fixed me a quick meal of soup, cheese, bread and fruit, and although I was so exhausted, I stayed up later to finish off every last bite of this amazing meal. At that point, I thought to myself, this is Paris. This soup that I want to lavish in and never stop eating.
Again, don't want to bore you with the details, but highlights include:
-That soup. I think it was some variation of escarole soup, but omg, so good.
-Following a group of other tourists, one by one as the people ahead of me turned the corner, I heard there 'whoa' reaction when first seeing the Eiffel Tower, and then when I turned the corner, I couldn't help but do the same thing. It was like going over the first drop of a roller coaster ride and hearing everyone ahead of you exclaim their reaction first.
-I frustrated a lot of people with my poor grammar and very limited French, but when I bought boots that ended up being in two different sizes, I fought back entirely in French and got what I wanted, two boots in the same size. Je veux allure a quarante and quarante sil vous plais, Bitches. This tourist doesn't take crap! Ok, I didn't fight, and I later apologized for not speaking very well.
-Seeing Yael Naim in concert and discovering that I could take pictures/video during the show.
-Hot waiter at Le Deux Magots (haha)
-Conveniently having a tourist beside me and laughing when I first saw Fauchon and said aloud "fo sho."
-Ooh and the first day I set out was the running of the torch, and all of the protesters were there chanting Libere la Tibet. I was actually expecting only a small group of them, but everytime I turned there were hundreds more. That moment was very impactful.
Actually, I could keep going. I loved Paris so much. Even when I was tired and hungry, and my feet hurt, I was planning my departure to live there. I was thinking that I could freelance, or just be an artist, but the frustration of not knowing the subway, the culture, and who am I kidding, I suck at French as well. This made me miss New York. And I'm in London, now. I'm looking at all the bottles of wine I bought and trying to figure out if I have enough sweaters for padding in my suitcase. And I'm planning my two days of rest, and how I can best prepare for work, when I come back. Should I try to sleep in, or should i just wake up at 3AM and spend extra time at the gym that day? when it's 6PM and feels like 11, will I be able to suck it up at work?
I will find out, I'm sure.
Ok, so the feeling is almost gone, because it's been so long since I saw this play, but here it goes.
Three weeks ago, I saw this one-woman play, starring Sue Costello. It was so good. She built up so many characters that she was interacting with, and I was explaining all of these characters to friends and how they relate to the main character, and my friends were like "I thought it was just a one woman play" and even I forgot. And this play was about growing up in Dorchester, MA. I am so thankful that I didn't experience half of the events mentioned, but growing up in an area of Belmont that is much poorer than people think, I knew people that do have a similar past, and the emotional turmoil that the character went through really opened up some wounds. This performance was so powerful, and yet I'm surprised that not many people know about it. It's called 'Minus 32 Million words,' and it really changed me. So please go see it. Cheers.