It’s been a year since Nate and I took the trip of a lifetime and spent 2 weeks in Europe. I never fully chronicled it on my blog; but as memories come up on Facebook I suppose that while I’m reminiscing anyway, now is a good time to put them on.
It was virtually impossible to sleep on the plane so when we arrived to Paris we were exhausted. Once at our hotel, I marveled at the Eiffel Tower from a distance and took the above picture but prefered a nap to venturing over to it right away. Nate and I awoke and went out just as evening began set upon the city.
Seeing the Eiffel Tower, a marvel of architecture, ingenuity and logistical engineering, at sunset and with my love was a magical experience. So magical, in fact, that I was completely unfazed by the persistent street vendors. It became apparent why Paris is called The City of Love. I absolutely loved strolling along the tree lined pathways either looking back up to the tower or peering over to the people gathered on the Parc du la Tour Eiffel lawns; some of them in romantic pairs leisurely sharing a bottle of wine, some in groups of several on a large blanket punctuating the air with laughter and some playing football on the lush green grass. Love was all around. The strangest sense of peace and wonder overtook me. I was in a totally foreign place and yet I felt so completely at home. It made no earthly sense but I vow to visit, or possibly even move, to Paris and see if the feeling was fleeting or destiny.
