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The Gift of Glacé

The Giants have just won the World Series – I can hear the crazy fans honking up a storm outside my window as I write this.  Is it un-American of me to say that I was over baseball approximately two point five months ago?

Well it’s true, and I said it.

The other truth – and possibly the root of my Giants crankiness – is that I’d just really rather be somewhere else. Where baseball is not the national obsession, because they are obsessed with other things. Such as crepes, dressing babies in tiny berets and striped onesies, and  smoking long skinny cigarettes like it will never go out of style, because how could it?

Oui. Paris.

My trip was so wonderful, and I really do mean that in the literal sense of the word. Everywhere we looked there was something beautiful to marvel at, to examine, to really see, and to fill us up with wonder. From a misbehaving Dalmatian setting a photo shoot awry, to waving at passing river boats and watching solitary leaves swoop down from the trees one by one by one, Paris is a city that invites you to look a little closer.

And so we did. Instead of racing around and trying to cram an entire city into three days, we just wandered around and did what we felt like, and went where we thought the spirit of Paris was encouraging us to go.  Have paninis now? Oui! Take a nap this afternoon? Indeed! Buy yet another scarf, bringing my total scarf ownership up to an embarrassingly high 19, which I am going to pretend that I did not just admit to the Internet? Well, okay then.

The spirit of Paris is very interested in napping and paninis and scarves, it seems.

The spirit of Paris was also incredibly generous circa October 26th 2010 – my golden birthday. Upon seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time, I laughed out loud in excitement, and then LP and I ran over to the lawn like the giggly girls we are when we’re together. Upon ordering pain avec la confitures – a mystery choice that I chose in that panicked moment between “oui madam” and “et por vous, mademoiselle?” at our first petit dejeuner – I was excited to find out I had ordered a baguette split lengthwise and covered with butter and orange marmalade. Paddington Bear, eat your heart out.  If Nutella had been involved, I would have died on the spot. As it was, much foodgasming ensued and I made a mental note to buy both marmalade and Nutella ASAP once I was back in SF.

Also in the Best Birthday Ever category: the Rodin museum was practically free, Berthillon’s sweet streetside glacé parlor appeared out of nowhere just in time for Suzy’s 3:00 hunger pangs while photographing absolutely everything on the Ille St. Louis, and the Notre Dame looked so aflame in the afternoon half light that I was transfixed for almost half an hour.

Paris is also very into both posing for photos and glacé, thank you very much.

It was so freeing to just experience the days and spend time with LP, instead of worrying about time or meetings or work or, well, anything really. It reminded me of college, also known as That Special Time In My Life When I Did Whatever I Wanted To Do.

Maybe that is travel’s greatest gift to us. The gift of freedom. The gift of time. The gift of glacé. The gift of doing whatever it is we want to do.  And even though real life can’t be like that always, we can try. I am trying. To look a little closer, walk a little slower, and when in doubt, I just put some Nutella on it.

 

Á bientôt, Paris. Soon.

 

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Should I stay or should I go?

Okay Internet, I am officially freaking out. 

I have been offered a job in San Francisco.

Do I take it?

Ready….GO!

(Seriously though, I need help deciding, and any insight you have into this situation is valuable. 

Have you ever moved away from home? 

How did you do? 

Was it scary? 

Was it a good choice?

Are you glad you did it? 

Wish you  hadn’t? 

If you lurk around on this blog ever at all, now would be the time to speak up about this please thanks!)

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Really though, such a treat

Dear San Francisco,

Let’s get married.  

What?  Who said that?!?  

But seriously, let’s.

I mean, I know it seems kinda crazy, since we’ve only been on two dates and all, but they were so good.  The weather was good, the coffee was great, and okay, fine, I’ll just say it: I’m in love I’m in love and I DON’T care who knows it!

Soooo, think about it, SF.  For me?

 

On to pictures!

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The San Francisco Treat

I’m off to San Francisco today!  Dunc and I are going to be all over the Bay Area – Muir Woods, Berkeley, San Francisco proper, and his house on the Oakland side of the bay.  Can’t.  Wait.

I’m sure I’m going to have many a photo and story when I get back, but for now, let’s see what other people have to say about San Francisco, shall we?

Jordan @ Oh Happy Day makes living in San Fran look like good times!

SFGirlByBay is always inspiring.

Stephmodo has lots of good things to say about the city by the bay.

Of course, everyone’s favorite childhood singer has devoted a song to living down by the bay, and it’s required listening before a trip to the bay.  Natch.  Too bad I couldn’t find a video of that.  

 

See you Tuesday, Internet!

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Today

I’m eating Lemon Burst Yoplait and dreaming.

Instead of working in an office in the CO, where I’ve lived all my life, today I’m thinking of what it would be like to live a completely different life.  And really, the title of this post is inaccurate, as it implies that I’m only doing this today.

I dream of this every day.  Today, I’m putting it out there and asking you all to do the same.

What would it be like to live in rainy San Francisco, among the liberals and the lemon trees?

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Or in foggy London town, where I would drink tea and listen to Ella Fitzgerald day and night.  Trenchcoat = mandatory.  Burberry = optional.

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Or in Italy, where I would manage a small B&B on a side street in Rome.  I’d talk to all the new arrivals, hold elevators for people, and scoot home on my vintage bike with basket when it was time to leave at night.

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What other lives do you live in your head?

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Don we now our tutus and sombreros

Did you know that more than 50 of you lovely readers watched the “I’d Rather Dance” video below last week?  Just thought you’d like to know.  Have you watched it yet?  Have you been bowled over by its cuteness while simultaneously felt compelled to don a tutu?  Have you used “don” in a sentence (other than “don we now our gay apparel”) lately?  

SO!  MANY!  ACTIVITIES!  

Get on it!

Ummm, in other news…I’m back from Mehico.  And (drumroll please…) I HAVE A TAN.

Okay, correction:
I HAVE SOME AREAS ON MY BODY THAT COULD BE CONSIDERED TAN.

I also have other areas, that can be considered “less white”, “slightly pinkish” and “a little scratchy feelin'” respectively.

And how are you?  How was your week?

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And elehpants from Zanzibar…

I’m going here in five days.Suddenly, I’m much less nervous, and much more excited.

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