Forecast for Fall
For the first time since moving out I find myself back in Paris, oddly staying at the same apartment (some close friends live there now) and drinking café crème at my old local café, as I did every morning for the past two years. The same curiously sanguine waiter serves me and I even recognize some of my fellow caffeine guzzlers from before. At first glance things would appear to be relatively unchanged. This was my usual routine after all, returning to Paris in September after a summer spent in the U.S. anxiously awaiting the arrival of my visa-stamped passport from Washington. Of course the reality is that everything is different. I no longer live in Paris, you could even go so far as say I’m living out of my car between stints at various friends’ and relatives’ places. I spent this summer waiting for my passport to come back with a visa for Brazil, not France. Even the café crème is now served with long skinny packets of sugar instead of cubes.
The change is welcome. I’m embarking on a new stage in my life, one that affords much more travel. Contrary to what some would say, I haven’t been traveling very much. When I was living in Paris, I pretty much stayed in Paris, returning to the states every few months to renew my visa, attend a wedding, etc. I have hardly been to Africa, and I’ve never been anywhere near Asia or South America. That leaves a considerably large part of the world unexplored. That’s why my departure for Sao Paulo in October couldn’t come any sooner. I won’t get into my exact plans just yet, mostly because they haven’t firmed up in full and also because I hate telling people I’m doing one thing and then going ahead and doing another thing. Suffice it to say that I’m hoping to make it to Argentina, New Zealand, Japan, and Mauritius, and to visit family in Brazil, California, Hawaii, and Australia. That’s my frame on which to build the rest of the trip anyway. The deadline is May, just in time for wedding season 2012.
Speaking of, I should really get going, a wedding in Corsica beckons!
(that’s “kiss kiss” in Swedish, not the icky stuff that oozes out when you’ve contracted a parasite in the Amazon. Yes I’m paranoid).