On this dreary rainy day I have tried to brighten it up with a) some upbeat music and b) thoughts about next summer. As of now, the intention is that I will be venturing to France (once again) with stop offs in London and Scotland. This isn't a for sure plan but it's in the primary stages. I traveled all over France when I was 10 and I have wanted to go back ever since. We started in Paris and from Paris drove through to Reims, Beaune, Avingnon and Cannes. I have to say, it was one of the most beautiful place I have ever been to. The french country side is exquisite and it is so historically sound. Although I was basically a child, I still had a strong comprehension of the age of the places I was seeing. The significance still hit me square in the face, as it would someone who has studied the history for years. This time around I really want to go to Vimy Ridge and see the Canadian war memorial. In Paris, I want to be able to actually shop on the Champs D'Elysees and appreciate it as an adult and not a pre-teen. Mostly what made me think about the possibility of traveling next summer is that when we were in Paris is rained a lot. We spent the days we were there cursing ourselves for bringing cheap umbrellas that would flip inside out. I have pictures of the three of us on top of the Arc De Triomphe, damp but still smiling. Even the weather couldn't bring down the amazing time we were having. Overall, on this rainy, damp day I am just thinking about the future but also somewhat nostalgic for the past. Staring out the window, watching cars go by and the rain drops fall off the trees. The idea of going back excites me and the thought of finally getting to see London and Scotland is so enticing. I've wanted to go and see the Castles and the bridges and the places I read about in books all the time. I want to experience it so badly that sometimes I find myself day dreaming about strolling around the cobble stone streets in Europe. I want to see where my family is from and understand the beauty that my family describes so frequently. Maybe rain isn't so dreary, as it brings out the best possible thoughts about the days ahead and where my feet will find themselves next.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
next summer.
On this dreary rainy day I have tried to brighten it up with a) some upbeat music and b) thoughts about next summer. As of now, the intention is that I will be venturing to France (once again) with stop offs in London and Scotland. This isn't a for sure plan but it's in the primary stages. I traveled all over France when I was 10 and I have wanted to go back ever since. We started in Paris and from Paris drove through to Reims, Beaune, Avingnon and Cannes. I have to say, it was one of the most beautiful place I have ever been to. The french country side is exquisite and it is so historically sound. Although I was basically a child, I still had a strong comprehension of the age of the places I was seeing. The significance still hit me square in the face, as it would someone who has studied the history for years. This time around I really want to go to Vimy Ridge and see the Canadian war memorial. In Paris, I want to be able to actually shop on the Champs D'Elysees and appreciate it as an adult and not a pre-teen. Mostly what made me think about the possibility of traveling next summer is that when we were in Paris is rained a lot. We spent the days we were there cursing ourselves for bringing cheap umbrellas that would flip inside out. I have pictures of the three of us on top of the Arc De Triomphe, damp but still smiling. Even the weather couldn't bring down the amazing time we were having. Overall, on this rainy, damp day I am just thinking about the future but also somewhat nostalgic for the past. Staring out the window, watching cars go by and the rain drops fall off the trees. The idea of going back excites me and the thought of finally getting to see London and Scotland is so enticing. I've wanted to go and see the Castles and the bridges and the places I read about in books all the time. I want to experience it so badly that sometimes I find myself day dreaming about strolling around the cobble stone streets in Europe. I want to see where my family is from and understand the beauty that my family describes so frequently. Maybe rain isn't so dreary, as it brings out the best possible thoughts about the days ahead and where my feet will find themselves next.
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