Our trip started and ended in Paris. We stayed with Stephanie, now a friend, who we found on Air B&B on our second go and it made all the difference. She advised us to walk the Canal Saint-Martin in the north, where good Jazz was playing in central Paris, and shared a glass if wine with us each night laughing with us about our adventures of the day. Having friends changes everything, especially in Paris.
Our last night in Paris we climbed the Eiffel Tower under a full moon and over looked Paris at Midnight. We then strolled the Seine river till early in the morning. Paris is spectacular, but you have to be Parisian about it to fully enjoy it. It’s the simple things, long walks, picnics in parks or along the river, sitting at cafés for hours talking with friends.
Being in Paris, watching friend greet with kisses and hugs in that familiar, comfortable way has made me miss the routine of my own life. Traveling has been wonderful, especially with Jon at my side, but we’ve left dozen of friends on the Camino and across Europe. Will I ever do life with any of them? Will our friendships grow with time? I am finding myself longing to be somewhere for awhile, to put down roots and have friends I see often in a place I know. Maybe I’m wanting the familiar and mourning what I’m leaving and have left behind. Without set plans for our future as of present it’s hard to feel we belong anywhere in particular right now. This will change, but leaving Paris brought out some of our deepest needs, fears , and hopes for this next season. There is much processing to do, keep following us- the adventure is just beginning.