Walking in Europe

Bonjour mes amis,

Greetings from Paris. I am happy to be here and to be writing while drinking a glass of French red. The rain has stopped, but it is still cloudy and chilly.

I am alone but I feel whole. I'd like to have some company to talk and to share this experience. I often think of my children and how things would look through their eyes. My eldest is a traveller, even at this young age I see that he has inherited the wandering gene, he would enjoy seeing the Tour Eiffel with his own eyes and I hope he will, in a not far future.

It is hard to describe the range of emotions that I am going through in this trip. In a way, it marks the beginning of a new life for me, as an adult in the world, unattached to any other and yet being held by the invisible net made out of life itself. An adult that can be comfortable and happy in her own. For the first time in my life, I don't "need" anyone and I surprise myself feeling secure like this.

Every day of this trip brings me a step closer to where I want to be. I am grateful for the people I have met along the way, they are catalysts for change and bring love into my life, the joy of being. Moreover, they allow me to see my own humanity and to appreciate it.

Riding the Metro I practice bringing my presence into the experience. It is not the means to an end, it is where I want to be at that precise moment. This feeling is quite powerful and sobering. It helps that I am the least turistic of all tourists. It takes me a minute to see the sights, after which I am ready to walk. It soothes me. The feeling of the new places is a more likely souvenir.

Au revoir,

Love,
Eve