It has been a long time! Since the wedding, I have been on a mental hiatus. Work has been consuming to the point where I can’t really think about much else. I can only read and become obsessed with whatever I am reading. Lately I have been in a dream like state since reading multiple articles and books on climbing Everest. I frequently state that I am in the “death zone” and somewhat feel as though I have been there, seeing and feeling all that I have read. Of course this is insanity because I get sick at a very low altitude and would never be able to climb anywhere near Everest. It is a poor excuse for being absent here though and I apologize.
The last few months have past very quickly. The weeks after the wedding were very busy with the high holidays coming unusually early. But in the middle of September we left for our honeymoon in Paris and I can’t tell you how excited I was to be on that plane. France, here we come. Bring me to the motherland and let me eat bread and cheese!
We spent sometime in Paris and then went out to the northern coast, to the Loire valley and then back to Paris. I’m not sure where to begin….
So, I have never been to Paris. My love has, but I have only visited in books, dreams, and movies. To me, I have always viewed it as the rival city. New York is my husband, my soul and Paris is the desirable lover. A lover I had yet to meet, to whisper in my ear… to entice me into leaving my soulmate behind.
Paris is a city of amazing beauty. The graceful river with ornate bridges, the manicured parks, cafes with tables and people spilling onto the sidewalk, the narrow streets with windows filled with jeweled toned sweets, cheese, and golden tarts. Paris is exactly what you have seen in photos and more. Like a proper lover should, it romanced me and swept me off my feet….