Love.
Is it possible, that you can feel love, without actually having to receive it from another person? There are all different kinds of love: Romantic love, platonic love, self love, love for a thing. I mean, i think when we say we love a movie, it means something slightly different than when we say "I love you" to your best friend, which means something different than when we say "I love you" to a lover.
But is it possible to feel love, when you are all alone, walking down the street maybe? Or sitting at a cafe reading a book?
Lately, I've had this overwhelming feeling that my life is as close to perfect as it can get. I have beautiful friends who would do anything for me, and vice versa. I have a family that supports me in everything that I do. And I am in a city halfway across the world and having the time of my life, seeing shows, meeting people, and doing things that, at points in my life, I have thought would never be possible.
A week or so back, I was walking down the street, and "With A Little Help From My Friends" (The Across the Universe version) came on my iPod. I smiled. I wanted to skip. I wanted to sing in the middle of the street. I got this overwhelming feeling, and the only way I could describe it.... was love. I don't know how else to put it into words but complete, pure love for that song, for that moment, and for my life.
And I LOVE Paris.
Last weekend, was probably one of, if not THE best weekend of my life. Looking back on it, it kinda feels like a dream. There were points when the four of us (Myself, Laura, Annie, and Andrew) were tired and hungry. Our feet hurt, our brains hurt from trying to figure out where we were and where we were going. We couldn't figure out how to get out of the Louvre. But even in those worst moments, we were all still incredibly happy, and felt so blessed to be in that city with the best company anyone can ask for.
Our adventure started around 4am, when Laura and I had to catch the night bus to the train station, and catch our 5:25am train to Paris. We arrived in Paris with no problem, found our hostel, located Annie and Andrew, and we were off!
After a good lunch, we began by wondering aimlessly. Good choice. We found Notre Dame, which was incredibly massive, and amazingly beautiful. The Gothic architecture was very different than anything we had seen thus far in England, and it was so humbling to be in a place that was so old, and so beautiful. We left Notre Dame to find Luxembourg Gardens, and then the Louvre.
The Louvre is massive. It is incredible. It was cheap. It was beautiful. And it was really fucking hard to find your way around! We got lost. Literally.
You know how when you get really tired, everything is kinda funny to you? And when you're entire group is tired and in the same state of mind, its even funnier? Yeah. That was us. In the Louvre.
"We'd had enough. The walking had to stop."
The next day we went to a cemetery and saw the graves of Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, Moliere, and a few others. Please check my facebook for pictures, because it really was an incredible sight.
From here, we made our way to the Arc de Triomphe, which again, was MASSIVE, and surrounded by a traffic circle that had no lane markers. And then, my favorite part of the trip.
From the Arc de Triomphe, we could see the Eiffel Tower, so we headed that way. On the way, we found an open air market, filled with tables that were selling fresh fruits and veggies, meats, cheeses, wine, handmade goods, and other random things. So we bought some grapes, some raspberries, a block of cheese, and a bottle of wine, and continued to the Eiffel Tower. We bought a few sandwiches once there, made a spot for ourselves under a tree, and had a picnic.
Best Part: We didn't have a wine opener. So here we are, trying to figure out how to get the damn cork out, trying to push it through, using keys as a corkscrew, but to no avail. Thankfully, a man selling wine and champagne comes around and offers some assistance. After finally pushing the cork through, our picnic was complete.
We all agreed: We could have sat there four hours. We were all happy, and without a care in the world. We fed the birds our leftovers, and swapped stories about our respective cities. We had the times of our lives.
We actually did go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and later that night we had drinks across the street from the Moulin Rouge. And the next morning, before saying goodbye to one another, we completed our trip with a breakfast of nutella crepes.
This, my friends, is Love.
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