Do I miss single life?

The nightlife, the first dates, the first kisses…Will he call or more or less likely, text?  Do I miss the ability to do what I want when I want? Which could possibly mean eating a bag of licorice deep in cycling through six seasons of Sex and the City? Without judgment?  Do I miss douchebags cancelling or just blowing off a date? What do you think?? But the licorice eating and Sex and the City? Well, that’s a trick question.

Honestly, I don’t know how or why I could miss the majority of single life.  It was lonely and unrewarding. The last guy I dated before I met my current boyfriend was an absolute douchebag. He was a great actor/player. He only kept two dates with me and one he was two hours late for. So, he just wasn’t that into me. That’s absolutely fine. Then grow a pair and tell me….don’t string me along. Yes, Patton, I am talking about you  The guy before him? We just weren’t compatible; he wasn’t a douchebag, but it would have never worked. Belize had been a disaster.

By the end of the Belize vacation, I was resigned to being single for a long time. I just wasn’t going to sell out to anyone who happened  to be interested in me or someone I was interested in (but the feeling wasn’t mutual).  I was so thankful I had scheduled  my  12 day vacation in the spring. It would be a celebration  of my independence and singlehood.  Then Christmas Day happened.   I couldn’t resist the chemistry that happened. We just seemed to belong together.

So today, I am so happy to be where I am. I had mixed feelings about leaving my boyfriend to go Europe, I was anxious about whether our relationship was solid enough to be leaving the country for almost two weeks.  Or what he would do when I was gone. That’s my insecurity talking, by the way. I completely trust him and that did take a minute to develop.  I have to remember to celebrate my independent nature even if I am ecstatically  saying good-bye to the single lifestyle. I need to do me once in a great while; this European vacation  has not an iota  to do with saying  so long to monogamy. That’s a no brainer I am extremely  committed to my guy and I have absolutely no desire to even entertain flirting.  This is taking some time to celebrate 50 years on this planet. That’s all.  I don’t think I need to be single and sacrifice my relationship to do some me time. It just happens to be 12 days out of the country.

So, do I miss being single? Not one bit. Not even a little.  I still eat licorice and watch Sex and the City, by the way.

 

What I’m listening to: Single by Everything But The Girl

Paris, Part 1: Before Paris

So this will be a short little series about my experience getting to Paris, enjoying Paris, and saying good-bye to Paris.

I was so excited to get there. I had been anticipating this trip for a year. I was a little nervous, but like I said, mostly ecstatic! I had a long layover at SFO, so I hid out at one of the airline clubs and just chilled out with my music and my Paris tour books. Finally, it was time to board to Paris.

It wasn’t too long before I was settled in and watching a movie.  We got our meal fairly quickly and I tried to sleep after my first movie. I tried to read my Nook (The Late Show by Michael Connelly) and assorted magazines. I was too excited to really focus on anything for more than 30 minutes. So, while we were headed toward the East coast, I went up toward the galley and saw a woman with an oxygen mask on. Someone was on the phone. I didn’t think much about it for whatever reason. I went back to my seat and started a movie. Within an hour, we were headed over Eastern Canada when they made the announcement. We are making an emergency medical landing. HELL NO! This isn’t happening….I felt my heart sink. LIke really sink.. I felt nauseated. I prepared myself for all things Paris, but not emergency landings and re-positioning my trip plans. This can’t be happening. But yet,  it is. They announce we are landing in Newark, New Jersey. The perfect place to start my Paris vacation. NOT. No offense for those in New Jersey, but I was planning on Paris, people! They told us they would be making plans for us for the night, but we were NOT going anywhere till 7PM the next night. Which means I have one less day in Paris.

It was a chaotic hot mess in New Jersey. We (about 150-200 of us) stood in several lines to try to figure out what was going on. Until I stood in that line with everyone, I felt alone and stranded. I know that’s selfish. And when I started talking to these people. People just like me, totally inconvenienced and panicked and in a generally pissed mood. Then something happened. To me, anyway.  We were all in the same boat. We all needed to be in Paris Saturday morning. I learned some people needed to be there by a certain time Saturday even more than I did; they had tours and cruises and their vacation was on a very exacting schedule.  As selfish as it was, it made me feel better that I was not alone.  We all started talking with each other. Trying to figure out what was happening at the front of the lines. We were promised a new flight, hotel passes, and food vouchers.  We started talking about life and what got us headed to Paris in the first place.  It was amazing. Everyone was getting along together, instead of being divisive and rushing for the customer service desk.  Granted, we are all adults, but funny things can happen in crisis.  I finally got to the customer service agent. He apparently was only giving out the hotel vouchers (score for Crowne Plaza) and food vouchers ($30….what???). The lady at the front wrote down our flight number, but couldn’t confirm our seat assignments. Damn…this can’t be good. But I took the flight number and thankfully I had my baggage (there was a reason I paid for the priority boarding), heading for the shuttle with a few other people I had gotten to know during the course of the crazy chaos.  During the stay on the line, I realized I should start contacting my Paris connections, my landlady and a family friend.  By the time I got to the hotel, it was about 3AM.  I called my landlady (poor woman, who just was recovering from her birthday celebration the previous night) at 9AM Paris time.

So I finally went to sleep for about 4-5 hours at the very most. I wanted to get to the airport  and take care of business.  Then I talked to a friend who urged me to call the airline directly from my hotel room. YES!!! I got my flight confirmed with a seat assignment and my boarding pass was ready to go before I even left my hotel that morning. I went down to breakfast at the hotel and saw a fellow traveler, originally from Haiti, who was returning to his Paris, his home of several years. I shared my good fortune with the seat assignments and he called himself. I went upstairs and got ready, then headed down to the lobby to catch the shuttle. Even though I got my seat assignment, I thought it would just be wise to be at the airport. My fellow travelers were on the same page. A group of us were in the lobby by 10AM; I saw a woman I had spoken with the night before and shared the phone number and advice with her. She called as well and got her boarding pass online.  It felt so good to be positive about this whole crappy experience.  I was so happy I could share the phone number and more people could feel secure with confirmed seat assignments. I ended up spending a bit of time with one of the women in that group.

Once I boarded, I took my seat and recognized the young French woman next to me from the night before. We chatted a bit before she went to sleep for the majority of the flight (lucky her!) …. I felt calm and knew the next  7 hours would pass quickly compared to the last 16 hours or so.  They did, indeed, pass and I was soon in Paris.  Once I landed, I was in the customs line with one couple I remembered, but otherwise never saw anyone else again. I never saw the nice Haitian man or the woman I spent four hours with in the airport or the couple I talked to in line for three hours in Newark.  While it was a chaotic time and we weren’t sure exactly how to navigate the  system, we all did just fine and landed in Paris safely.

I arrived in Paris!! I got through customs. I found the taxi stands, had my taxi driver talk to my landlady, and made my way to Rue de Grenelle in the 7th district in Paris, my home for seven,  I mean six days.

 

Back from Paris

So sorry for the radio silence, but I made a decision not to bring my iPad to Paris and blog. Honestly speaking, I am so glad I made that decision, because I had quite the adventure. I am going to share my experience in three parts: pre-Paris, Paris, and my last night and travels back to the States.

You can expect to read these in the next week or two. This was one of my biggest adventures in my life (particularly going solo) and I can’t wait to share it with all of you!!

Where did my work -out go?

In all my preparation for Paris and figuring out my dating situation, I misplaced my ambition to work out. Where in the hell did I put it? I swear it was somewhere up in the closet with my myriad of work-out gear and clothes. Damn. I have looked for it half -assed, I have to admit lately. I have taken a real liking to focusing on Paris and where I will go, what will I see, how long will I stay out each day….that I totally forgot to maintain my exercise schedule, so all that walking in Paris will be easy peasy.

I need to reassign my ambition, but with the blisters on my heels from yesterday’s selection of brand new shoes, this is going to be a little challenging. It’s my own fault for not putting on bandaids before I put the shoes on. Back to ambition. See, I lost it again. So close, yet so far away.  I even have a work-out playlist and really cute things to wear. I even went on a short hike Saturday. So why is it so short-lived when I lost 30 pounds with awesome dedication in 2016? It is so odd! I’m still trying to figure it out.

I am supposed to on the treadmill now per my agreement with my hiking buddy. But I am not. The blisters. I need to heal the blisters and get on with it!

Let’s work out!!

 

 

Getting myself lost in Parisian thoughts

I got my Paris Pass yesterday! The more I look at all the travel in central Paris that will be required to visit everywhere I want to go, I realize one thing: I could get seriously lost!! It all looks so easy with color coded Metro stops and maps, so how could I get lost, right??? I’ll find a way to lose sight of the touristy spot I was headed toward. I am sure of it! And it will be an adventure. I am not new to doing things solo. I AM  new to doing things in areas I am not 100% confident of where I am going. So breaking out of the comfort zone will be a huge undertaking, but I am so excited. A little nervous, but mostly excited. This is one of the most adventurous things I have planned so far. My last adventure was driving cross-country solo. Twice. Six months apart. And that’s a different story for a different time.

You may think that my blog is about relationships, so why would I start writing about travel. You could be on to something. However, the relationship I have with myself is probably the most important for me right now. If I am ultimately confident with myself  (being okay with possibly getting lost in  Paris) and  feel worthy of spending the money to go all by myself, a boosted self-esteem by the end of my holiday can’t be too far behind, right?

In the meantime, stay posted for my blog posts here in Denver.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vacationitis and a month to go…

So, I am going on my vacation next month. You got it-September! I have vacationitis now, damn it! I must keep my focus on my work outs (which have significantly diminished unfortunately) and my work project for October’s conference. So hard, so hard. All I can think about is my trip. I am taking it solo, so I am a bit nervous, but overwhelmingly ecstatic!!!

You see, I am going to Paris. Yep, my first time. I have so much to see and do in 7 days, I hope I can soak it all in.  I have gotten my Lonely Planet book, my day excursion and Eiffel Tower tickets, as well as my Paris Pass.  I am faithfully reading my book as I am very much the planner. I wish I could just wing it and land in Paris and figure it all out. That’s just not me though. I have had my flights and flat (7th district) set up for almost a year. I felt like I was procrastinating when I just made the local attractions plans. I’m the person who will study the Paris Metro system and where I am going on the Hop on hop off Big Bus tour. I know that is exceptionally touristy. Guess what?  I am a tourist! I know better than to dress and act like one. I am studying my basic French phrases, but I think I need to master the accent and my pronunciation is horrible. Effort counts right?

I am slowly organizing my itinerary. Like I said, I am a planner. Anyone who has been to Paris  and  has any “Must Do” suggestions, please leave me a comment. Some of my must do’s are below and I realize there is SOOOO much to see; there is no way I can do it in 7 days and nights:

  • Eiffel Tower (duh)
  • Musee d’Orsay
  • Musee Louvre (but, of course)
  • Notre Dame
  • Champs Elysees (missing the accents, I am aware)
  • the tuileries
  • Arc de Triomphe
  • Pere Lachaise Cemetary (think Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, Edith Piaf and more)
  • and sooo much more.

For the actual trip, I have used Pinterest to get ideas regarding the actual travel, packing & what NOT to do. Please drop me a line if you have any thing at all to suggest!

 

Music pairing: Tabou by Les Nubians