Okay, I really needed to get away. Recently and surreptitously canned from a job that, at one point, felt like it was going somewhere, I wanted to go somewhere else and regroup. Well, not even that; I just wanted to do something else and be somewhere else. Philippe had been pushing me to use my passport for some time now and wanted us to hang out in France for New Years. I found a cheap flight and went with it. Since I would be staying with a friend, I decided to extend the trip to almost 3 weeks. I’m so glad I did.
I got on the plane at JFK with this mantra: “Being an artist means reveling in the adventure of a creative imagination.” I didn’t really have any big expectations, though; I just wanted to speak better French and take a couple of nice photos. And maybe make the acquaintance of some of France’s men of color. I didn’t really plan anything spectacular or specific, not until much later in the trip.
On the flight over, I seemed to be surrounded by white queens drinking airline champagne. But that’s what iPods are for! That and forced sleep. We touched down in Paris that morning and still had to wait an hour for them to start processing people at Charles De Gaulle. People were NOT pleased! In French! Already, I was being put to work in another language - the immersion had begun. And I loved it!
I’m anxiously waiting for more details. With your artistic flair and keen mind…
And btw: I’M STILL JEALOUS! Especially now that I have to postpone my own Euro trip to late this year or 2007.
Finally!