it's snowing and wintery. after two weeks of a cold and rainy paris, i'm now in wintery washington, and i love it sooooooo much, it makes it easier to know that my next move is to someplace with seasons.
and hopefully bitchin' thunderstorms!
the end.
~k
05 December 2009
02 December 2009
mandarin crash
i'm in dc.
since yesterday (the long version), i have traveled approximately 13,000 miles, have been in five airports in five cities, and on four planes. i don't know when yesterday started or ended, or if it even has. i haven't slept anywhere but a plane, and didn't sleep on either of today's flights because i've been too jazzed playing with the pictures from my trip.
about an hour ago, i checked into my shmancy conference hotel in dc. i took a ridiculously long, hot bath (made a complete wreck of the bathroom by getting water everywhere), ordered room service, and now i'm sitting in a robe with my hair wrapped in a towel, waiting for my dinner to be hand delivered by some dude in white gloves.
in a word, amazing.
i may actually sleep tonight.
~k
since yesterday (the long version), i have traveled approximately 13,000 miles, have been in five airports in five cities, and on four planes. i don't know when yesterday started or ended, or if it even has. i haven't slept anywhere but a plane, and didn't sleep on either of today's flights because i've been too jazzed playing with the pictures from my trip.
about an hour ago, i checked into my shmancy conference hotel in dc. i took a ridiculously long, hot bath (made a complete wreck of the bathroom by getting water everywhere), ordered room service, and now i'm sitting in a robe with my hair wrapped in a towel, waiting for my dinner to be hand delivered by some dude in white gloves.
in a word, amazing.
i may actually sleep tonight.
~k
parisian stars
last night (i think it was last night, but because last night was also this morning, and yesterday morning, and tomorrow all wrapped up into one inconceivably long day, i can't be totally certain), i followed the advice of my dearest pitafo and decided to toast my au revoir to paris at the hemingway bar.
i thought i would have a drink or two, take the metro home, grab some wine, bread, and cheese, and have a mellow (see downer) last night in paris. but fortune had a much better plan for me.
in the hemingway bar, i met a fellow solo-traveling american, spending his last night in paris bar hopping. he started at the hemingway bar, and we ended the night when he hailed me a cab in front of an all-night cafe at 6:00 this morning.
we walked all over a dark, wet, and christmas lit paris. we hit several renowned watering holes, and one little 'invite only' place our favorite bartender (carlos) of the night sent us off to find. and when the bars closed, we found a little cafe still pouring wine into the wee hours of the morning. i mean, we weren't finished drinking, talking, and savoring our last night in paris.
this stranger, this drinks-loving kindred spirit and i spent eleven hours wandering paris at her most vulnerable. from place vendome to the luxor obelisk, down the champs elysee, and through the back streets of the latin quarter, we talked about everything, drank a bit of everything, took pictures every step of the journey, and found ourselves sharing the most perfect parisian finale.
and this sensitive artist from the mountains of colorado - who doesn't even know how much of an impression he left with me, gave me the best night of my trip, and the best night of my life. it was so unexpected, so romantic, so perfectly parisian that it must've been written in the stars.
and i got my (most wonderful) french kiss...
~k
i thought i would have a drink or two, take the metro home, grab some wine, bread, and cheese, and have a mellow (see downer) last night in paris. but fortune had a much better plan for me.
in the hemingway bar, i met a fellow solo-traveling american, spending his last night in paris bar hopping. he started at the hemingway bar, and we ended the night when he hailed me a cab in front of an all-night cafe at 6:00 this morning.
we walked all over a dark, wet, and christmas lit paris. we hit several renowned watering holes, and one little 'invite only' place our favorite bartender (carlos) of the night sent us off to find. and when the bars closed, we found a little cafe still pouring wine into the wee hours of the morning. i mean, we weren't finished drinking, talking, and savoring our last night in paris.
this stranger, this drinks-loving kindred spirit and i spent eleven hours wandering paris at her most vulnerable. from place vendome to the luxor obelisk, down the champs elysee, and through the back streets of the latin quarter, we talked about everything, drank a bit of everything, took pictures every step of the journey, and found ourselves sharing the most perfect parisian finale.
and this sensitive artist from the mountains of colorado - who doesn't even know how much of an impression he left with me, gave me the best night of my trip, and the best night of my life. it was so unexpected, so romantic, so perfectly parisian that it must've been written in the stars.
and i got my (most wonderful) french kiss...
~k
opera bastille
on sunday afternoon, i went to see 'la boheme' at paris's opera bastille. because i waited till the last minute, and it was a sold out show, my ticket cost near a king's ransom.
and it was worth every penny and then some.
the first time i ever saw an opera was in paris, at the paris opera house. it was 'carmen', and i remember appreciating but not necessarily loving it.
this time was different. i was so overwhelmed, so moved, i sat there bawling my eyes out because of the emotion expressed on stage. i mean, 'la boheme' is in italian so i don't understand a lick of the words. but the words don't even matter when the performances are powerful enough to render them meaningless, and this particular performance was really that powerful.
i'm still moved. i can still feel the passion whirling about my heart. and i hope i always do.
~k
and it was worth every penny and then some.
the first time i ever saw an opera was in paris, at the paris opera house. it was 'carmen', and i remember appreciating but not necessarily loving it.
this time was different. i was so overwhelmed, so moved, i sat there bawling my eyes out because of the emotion expressed on stage. i mean, 'la boheme' is in italian so i don't understand a lick of the words. but the words don't even matter when the performances are powerful enough to render them meaningless, and this particular performance was really that powerful.
i'm still moved. i can still feel the passion whirling about my heart. and i hope i always do.
~k
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