Paris has magical powers

Firstly, I must admit to myself that I've let myself down by not updating my blog while knocking around Europe for the summer. This is partly to do with limited internet access and European computers, which, while usable, make extended typing quite the chore considering their tendency to szitch W zith Z qnd A zith Q.

It is also partly to do with the fact that I was frankly too depressed to write...even when I did have the time, ability and material for a solid post. There were the few nights in Venice when I went out with a group of absolutely insane and hilarious Indian-English girls. The day in Cinque Terre that I spent sunbathing and swimming in the Ligurian sea, feeling as though the Greco-Roman myths might come to life at any moment.There was the night I stayed out until 7 AM in Prague with a group of 6 Swiss boys I met at an underground bar. We climbed up onto a roof and watched the sunrise.

There was the night a friend and I crashed the Prague Quadrennial after-party at the National Theater, and I fell down a flight of 15 marble stairs after dancing and singing along to Czech covers of songs like "Say a Little Prayer for You" and "YMCA". It was both fun and horrifying. There were the evenings I spent with my hostess (a friend from college, who's lived in Prague for a few years) and her friends, which include Bosnian, Ukrainian, Iranian, and Spaniard expats, drinking and discussing international politics.

All this, and still I didn't write. The night before I left for my trip, a sneaking suspicion began to creep into my heart...what if, after months of planning and anticipation, my summer wouldn't be what I thought it'd be?
I wanted to go traveling again for a thousand reasons and for one reason: a night I spent in Florence, alone, 5 years ago, in front of an open-shuttered window of my room in the convent we were staying in. That night, my life felt so full of promise, of possibility. The night whispered to me that my whole life could be as equally magical, magnificent as that moment, if I just let it. God was with me, and I was the happiest I've ever been.
And my life went on and there were marvelous moments, and horrible moments, but always, I wanted to go traveling again. I thought that it had been the challenge of travel that had made me see life for all its potential adventure that night. Instead, I went adventuring again to find that the world is just the world. That the feeling of profundity, of meaning, has nothing to do with where I am or what I am doing, but with my outlook.
I wasn't that surprised. As I've grown up, I had started to suspect such, but I had hoped against hope that I could just go to a new place and it would shake me and...make me feel things, new things, wonderful things!
Instead, I had small flares of enjoyment, and overall, I was quite low. On my plane ride from Prague to London, I cried my eyes out, so bleak did the world seem. So empty and dull, so lifeless if no matter where I went, I would never feel wonder the way I did at 17.

So I didn't write, because I couldn't bear the idea of pretending I was having the time of my life, when in reality, I was miserable. I didn't want to tell the truth, for the simple reason that I didn't want to be a downer.

Everything changed when I got to Paris. The beginning was really in London, in a conversation with a friend and some reading she gave me to do. But it was in Paris, that some frozen thing inside me melted. I arrived on Bastille Day, to a city-wide party. A Parisian family is hosting me in their nearby studio, and from the first day, they adopted me as their own daughter. It was nice to be with a family again. Erich, Nathalie and their two sons, Ethan (7) and Samuel (13) had me over for dinner that first night, and then we went to see the fireworks at the Eiffel tower with what felt like all of Paris. In France, they play music to their fireworks, and the theme this year was From Broadway to Paris. My Fair Lady, Singin' in the Rain, and Sound of Music were just a few samples of the various selections. We chose a random spot on the coveted grass to sit, waiting and hoping the fireworks would not be behind the trees just ahead. They were, of course, and so as Audrey Hepburn's voice floated over us as the first bursts of light and sound went off, we rose with all of Paris from our vied-for place to run towards the bright colors, and I almost cried from wonder,from being alive in this joyful city, and I knew, that I would always, my whole life, be able to go to a new place, and it would make me feel things, new things, beautiful things.



If I knew how to edit videos on this french computer, I would. As of yet, this will have to do as is.

In the course of the last week, the grandparents of the family had me over for Sabbath dinner (obvi they're Jewish), and the Aunt and Uncle for a birthday party for "Le Grand Papa". To my surprise, they had a cake and presents for me as well. I was astounded at their warmth, their love for both each other and for me, though they barely knew me. Erich and Nathalie's niece, Judith and her boyfriend invited me to come with them the next night to see the Strokes at Le Zenith, one of Paris's largest venues. The other niece, Myriam and her boyfriend, took me to the Pompidou center for Modern Art for a day. As both an artist and violinist, Myriam provided an amazing insight to the Fauvist and Cubist works we saw...of Matisse, Kardinsky, Kupka, Brague, Miro, Dàli, Modigliani. Nathalie and Samuel took me to see Midnight in Paris, which, considering the amount of Lost Generation reading I'd been doing lately (all I read in Prague and London was Hemingway and Fitzgerald), resonated with me soundly.

I may not have traveled back in time in the last week like Woody Allen's nostalgic protagonist, but with experiences like these, I don't need to. From my cozy studio, late in the day, I watch the sun set behind Sacre Couer, and stand on my windowsill and let my thoughts traverse the rooftops of Paris and bounce back to me from the bruised sky, and I realize again and again that mystery is present, and I am young, and that my life is full of possibilities.