Every once in a while one has an experience where words simply don't suffice. These three (almost four) days in Paris were one of those experiences. I went with Jordann, Michelle, and another exchange student (not rotary) Jacob, who is from Australia. We stayed in a little hostel called Aloha, did everything we wanted to do and more, saw so many aspects of Paris, and did so much is so little time without feeling rushed. We didn't go with Rotary because there wasn't any room in the trip when I went to sign up, but now I wouldn't want it any other way. We had no itinerary, just a list of what we wanted to do. So many of the fun experiences came from mistakes and spontaneity, it was CHEAP, I didn't feel like I missed out on anything, and I feel as if I have a new family.
So here's a little poem I wrote about it:
We’re not going there, we’re here Are the words that launched
My realization,
That I am living my dream
That I am a part of his and hers,
That I can step of the path
To eat where beggars eat,
To fall in love with three,
To let the lights and gargoyles seep into my limbs until I am transparent to them,
Until I am the bread on the cobblestones and the rose floating down the river,
Quand je peux voir la ville par les yeux français aussi,
When a day could be formed from my laughter,
When a year could be formed from ours.
I’m not sure what home is anymore,
But I’m beginning to think that we all have many.
I just found one.
There are a bit to many photos to put on my blog, but I have lots on facebook! Videos are coming soon too :)
So here's a little poem I wrote about it:
We’re not going there, we’re here Are the words that launched
My realization,
That I am living my dream
That I am a part of his and hers,
That I can step of the path
To eat where beggars eat,
To fall in love with three,
To let the lights and gargoyles seep into my limbs until I am transparent to them,
Until I am the bread on the cobblestones and the rose floating down the river,
Quand je peux voir la ville par les yeux français aussi,
When a day could be formed from my laughter,
When a year could be formed from ours.
I’m not sure what home is anymore,
But I’m beginning to think that we all have many.
I just found one.
There are a bit to many photos to put on my blog, but I have lots on facebook! Videos are coming soon too :)