As a young girl, I was obsessed with Paris. It’s all I could ever talk about. I used to dream about writing a book there (ok, so maybe I still do)..
About six or seven years ago, my mom and I took a trip to Switzerland to visit family and friends. We literally had two days left in our trip when we decided to hop on a train and spend the day in Paris. Besides the fact that this trip would make my life, my mom also had never been and I could tell the idea was just as thrilling for her. And so we left to spend a few precious hours in the city of my dreams.
It’s amazing what one can accomplish in just a few hours. We had a beautiful walk around the city, went up the Eiffel tower and had a lovely meal with just enough time to make it back to the train station. It was everything I thought it would be and more. Years later I would revisit the city on my own with more than enough time to explore but nothing could ever top that first time. It was the moment I fell in love, not only with Paris, but travel itself. I fell in love with the energy it brought to my soul. I could certainly use that energy now. The freedom to wander, discover and just be. I mean we all could, right?