From our first date we have been together, sharing meals, gatherings, outtings, planning our future. We are like the sun and moon colliding and stars being the advent. I have not felt so at peace with anyone, we have an ebb/flow of words and actions that dance in akward unison yet fluid. We aim to please one another and there is a destined sense in our union. It was the first time I went out with someone and didn't plan the GRAND future and yet we have it planned. It is flowing as the water in the river flows.
He is the most beautiful man I have ever met. His body is everything I envisioned ideal and his personality is eerily made to be with me. His eyes glow in the night and shine in the mornings. His smile could compete with the sun in its immense strenght to fuel happiness. He is attentive, loving, caring, intuitive, manly yet tender, confident without egocentric behaviours, protective and nurturing. I thank the path of my life that has lead me to him and him to me. I never thought this day would come that I would find my mate. This man seeking to start a simple life with me, is like an angel falling from the sky.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
rain dance
So I found an attractive shop keeper to visit whenever I was bored, it gave me focus when I had nothing to do and the notion on familiarity. It was one of those days that I was making my 2nd trip because with my nerves I had totally forgetten my money. So I decided I would come later in the evening with Lilly, have a glass of wine, maybe dinner and well pass the time overlooking the sea. I thought taking Lilly to the dog park would be nice as well, since she had had no interaction with other dogs. This park as two parts as enter the closest to me and there was a Rotwiller old and not friendly and his mate a small dog that seemed blind as it could not get to Lilly for the usual sniff. It seemed boring and in the adjecent park there was two other dogs playing, so I venture to the other side. There are two guys and one of them approaches the gate and speaks to me in french, I go for my usualy "Je ne parle pas francaise" and so he commences to say his English is not great. So I enter the park and I feel a bit akward the other guy doesn't speak English either and so I'm forced to speak French. Great! This is the best way, as all my friends are fluent in English I don't get to practice my French.
Its a bit blurry but I sit next to the 2nd guy, I noticed he has nice arms and equally enchanting smile and might be military but the hair crop and simple wardrobe. We try to speak but his English is as great as my French, non-existent. Questions fly and he proceeds to ask me out....I'm a bit shocked, he asks for my sign and if I"m single...okay, I hardly ever get these questions that I am usually the one asking! I"m a bit taken a back and he really wants me to know the other guy has a girlfriend...o k a y?!?!? I'm not used to this, but I think he likes me....I thought we might not have anything in common but hey I have a date and I get to practice french and hell does arms are kinda nice. His energy was so happy and peaceful as well so it seemed like a no brainer. On the way home, I post on fb "i have a date! I'm doing the rain dance...". It was exciting to have a date after a long drought of chivalry and romance.
He texts the next day and we decide to meet at the beach same place we met. I get there early as always and he is late. I try not to focus on it because I often see it as a sign of disinterest. Nevertheless, he was 5 minutes late and super apologetic. We sit at a near by place and order drinks. Our energies are synergistic, weird we can barely speak to one another but I think I like him. We smile, laugh and just have the most peaceful date. As the conversation veers off into kids, etc he takes his cue to close the tab and move the party elsewhere. As we walk the beach, he types something in this Iphone which as been our mode of coummunication as our translation brains are off. I think I can guess what he is typing by his nervous energy and so a few minutes later he says " I want to kiss you.". Well I haven't done that in a while and well yes!.....and so it commence a whirlwind love affair that of novels.
Its a bit blurry but I sit next to the 2nd guy, I noticed he has nice arms and equally enchanting smile and might be military but the hair crop and simple wardrobe. We try to speak but his English is as great as my French, non-existent. Questions fly and he proceeds to ask me out....I'm a bit shocked, he asks for my sign and if I"m single...okay, I hardly ever get these questions that I am usually the one asking! I"m a bit taken a back and he really wants me to know the other guy has a girlfriend...o k a y?!?!? I'm not used to this, but I think he likes me....I thought we might not have anything in common but hey I have a date and I get to practice french and hell does arms are kinda nice. His energy was so happy and peaceful as well so it seemed like a no brainer. On the way home, I post on fb "i have a date! I'm doing the rain dance...". It was exciting to have a date after a long drought of chivalry and romance.
He texts the next day and we decide to meet at the beach same place we met. I get there early as always and he is late. I try not to focus on it because I often see it as a sign of disinterest. Nevertheless, he was 5 minutes late and super apologetic. We sit at a near by place and order drinks. Our energies are synergistic, weird we can barely speak to one another but I think I like him. We smile, laugh and just have the most peaceful date. As the conversation veers off into kids, etc he takes his cue to close the tab and move the party elsewhere. As we walk the beach, he types something in this Iphone which as been our mode of coummunication as our translation brains are off. I think I can guess what he is typing by his nervous energy and so a few minutes later he says " I want to kiss you.". Well I haven't done that in a while and well yes!.....and so it commence a whirlwind love affair that of novels.
Friday, July 22, 2011
returning to toulon
On the way back to Toulon, we spent some hours in Paris and I was able to meet an ex employer. I love her but she is often critizining my life's choices, so last time she mentioned my age as a way of expressing disapproval I mentioned it was my life to live. Nevertheless, I understand people's perspective on life runs a path device by the self and so other's path often seems a bit obscured and simply wrong. This is life and well we all get to live our version of it!
Returning to Toulon was bitter sweet as I really didn't have a place to stay but Lilly was awaiting me. The former was solved within a day and by afternoon I was moved in to a studio in Le Mourillon. The cool neighborhood with cafes, restaurants and every day shops. It was perfect! I had my own place and I didn't have to deal with the drama of others. I was to spend two weeks there and then to Italy to meet my friend in the Genovese Riviera just 20 minutes from the French border. At the end of the first week while everyone left to a wedding outside of town, I decided to stay and spend some time embracing the town and really trying to unleash from the others and their perspective on life here. I find that exploring a town/city alone has so many rewards, while traveling with others has a sense of comfort that disables the exploritory button.
Returning to Toulon was bitter sweet as I really didn't have a place to stay but Lilly was awaiting me. The former was solved within a day and by afternoon I was moved in to a studio in Le Mourillon. The cool neighborhood with cafes, restaurants and every day shops. It was perfect! I had my own place and I didn't have to deal with the drama of others. I was to spend two weeks there and then to Italy to meet my friend in the Genovese Riviera just 20 minutes from the French border. At the end of the first week while everyone left to a wedding outside of town, I decided to stay and spend some time embracing the town and really trying to unleash from the others and their perspective on life here. I find that exploring a town/city alone has so many rewards, while traveling with others has a sense of comfort that disables the exploritory button.
Monday, July 18, 2011
loire valley
The Loire Valley was interesting as its was a bit of nature I was missing but the rain/cold made it a bit difficutl to really enjoy. The group of travels was diversed but lacking the unity of focus to maxime our time and situation, along with egos and the many personal issues it felt more like an ordeal and not a vacation. I was looking forward to Toulon where it is most likely sunny and not raining ice.
Yet meandering the roads of the countryside was rewarding at times. Trees, fresh air (cold) and the castles were a good distraction. I envision a trip filled with quaint roads overlooking the castles, sprinkled with wineries and jolie bike rides.
Yet from day 1 it was a bit of a challenge as the cold and rain emerged.
Yet meandering the roads of the countryside was rewarding at times. Trees, fresh air (cold) and the castles were a good distraction. I envision a trip filled with quaint roads overlooking the castles, sprinkled with wineries and jolie bike rides.
Yet from day 1 it was a bit of a challenge as the cold and rain emerged.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
last day in aix-en-provence, bastille day!
The time in Aix ended in full spirits. The night before Bastille Day the ARcher invited me to a party. It was outside of town, he brought a friend that roams the skies for a living. As we circled the roundabut in order to meet the party's invitee we parked at the Lamborghini (high end car dealership) texting and chatting we met the 4th member of our party. I am the only female and younger by some 10+ years. We follow the driver through uphill windy streets and then through a forest of sorts. Dark, green, tall trees surrround us, unpaved roads as well. At a certain point we must descent to enter the propery that's perched on a huge lot. All you see is night skies and an almost full moon. The house is non descript to the right of the parking lot but paralled its the grand pool. Huge! Overpowering it all. Around it all types of cool kids, young attractive, mix of income levels. Nevertheless, the night was a bit lackluster, my party was definite older and we did not mix well with the the crowd. Except for the owner. A few glasses of Rose, a few inedible (shrimp) macarrons and we were in search of a decent meal. At the forsaken time of midnight, it could be a challenge anywere in France. Yet Aix with its college kids and constant infux of tourists has adapted and has a sort of diner concept. Of course diner is less burgers and frieds and more steak frites. We end the night in full spirits and a plan to have a BBQ/Picnic at the Pilots home for Bastille Day is formulized.
The archer with his many facets of present life and unpredictability, often does not keep his word and is a bit unreliable. Before 10am we loose him, he says due to a lost dog which turns out to be his ex's dog. As they day progresses, late morning becomes early afternoon on a holiday which means limited accessiblity to everything. In haste I procur some ingredients to make the usual dishes by memory. I love cooking but my lack of practice makes it difficult for me to allocate much thought process to a last minute meal. Picked up in a scooter with groceries and Tiger means I revert to my embrace the moment and don't hink of worst case scenarios. The home is a villa perfect scenario for a leisure day. 2 pools, fields of lavender, grass, amazingly high ceilings, room upon room, the most perfect kitchen and that's just the ground floor. as I ddin't get to visit upstairs. It is quite the ideal villa for an event :)
The guest began arriving around 6pm and it was a successful night of social gathering and meeting of different worlds. A Dutch family visiting a recently transplanted friend, a Canadian couple on their honeymoon, old and new convening to share in this holiday of liberty and social revolution.
The next morning I leave to Toulon and then to Paris, long day awaits.
The archer with his many facets of present life and unpredictability, often does not keep his word and is a bit unreliable. Before 10am we loose him, he says due to a lost dog which turns out to be his ex's dog. As they day progresses, late morning becomes early afternoon on a holiday which means limited accessiblity to everything. In haste I procur some ingredients to make the usual dishes by memory. I love cooking but my lack of practice makes it difficult for me to allocate much thought process to a last minute meal. Picked up in a scooter with groceries and Tiger means I revert to my embrace the moment and don't hink of worst case scenarios. The home is a villa perfect scenario for a leisure day. 2 pools, fields of lavender, grass, amazingly high ceilings, room upon room, the most perfect kitchen and that's just the ground floor. as I ddin't get to visit upstairs. It is quite the ideal villa for an event :)
The guest began arriving around 6pm and it was a successful night of social gathering and meeting of different worlds. A Dutch family visiting a recently transplanted friend, a Canadian couple on their honeymoon, old and new convening to share in this holiday of liberty and social revolution.
The next morning I leave to Toulon and then to Paris, long day awaits.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
french life
So this weekend, which is my last full weekend will be spent roaming and visually documenting Aix en Provence combined with a bit of cultural excursions to the Atelier de Cezanne and the Musee Granet. Mostly I hope to create a visual recap of fountains and optical shops, which litter the streets like spit in China town (NYC). I will also have a look out of hue variations in blue shutters and salmon/yellow building facades. As the Greeks, the French love blue shutters. The former keep an uniform color while the French actually explore hues. I will surely post "noteworthy" images. My biggest treat tomorrow am would be strolling out of bed and going to Madame Bechard's for the non-existent Almond Croissants so ubiquitous in NYC. She is famed to be quite difficult but the best in Aix en Provence for pastries.
Indeed, it has not been pastries but bread ruling my life here. I ate a full loaf in less than 72 hours all by myself, 5 slices in one sitting. As this is a touristy town meals have been lackluster and bread has been the saving grace. I love the herbs sprinkled all over and the grains still evident in loafs. I have had five full meals (impressive for someone that has all meals out of the home in NYC) in restaurants: Lebanese, Vietnamese and French. The best meal was in a outdoor plaza just steps from my flat, under trees just like this one L'Epicerie where I'm sitting sipping on some Rose. At Le Cantine, I had the Carpaccio as they had run out of the Steak Tartare. They pilled high rocket arugula with parmeggiano, olive oil, almonds and sun...tomatoes. It was simple and magnificent, in this case NO BREAD needed. The dessert was another thing, the much awaited Tarte de Frais was store bought pastry that it was so hard 1/4 of it jumped off the plate and I was unable to finish it as not to simply pick it up and put it in my mouth. Not proper behavior for the French, that as I looked over saw a Lady pick up a cold cut with such delicacy and detail it was mouth watering...she rolled it languidly in her finger and seductively and patiently put it in her mouth. It is the same way my friends (FRench) showed me how to eat a dessert with a small spoon, backwards and lingering.
It is this simplicity of the French that is so alluring, simple yet refined. As the shops went on sale (massive!) July 6th, the only sign that these women are human was their intensity in their eyes, focused and determined to SHOP. Some might viewed it as a bit crazed, carrying multiple bags in both hands. A scene similar to a Vera Wang bridal sale. Other than that, they litter--- the streets in timeless garbs, simple sheaths, classic colors, understated as opposite of their male counterparts with super elongated/pointy shoes. No designer labels, no excessive accessorizing. Hair color if it exists, it is not evident. All hues are natural and complimentary. Simple elegance.
Last night I had a classic Steak Tartare @ La Mado that was simply delicious. I often forget it is a quite heavy meal specially @ 9pm. A glass of Bordeaux accompanied me and of to bed I went.
Indeed, it has not been pastries but bread ruling my life here. I ate a full loaf in less than 72 hours all by myself, 5 slices in one sitting. As this is a touristy town meals have been lackluster and bread has been the saving grace. I love the herbs sprinkled all over and the grains still evident in loafs. I have had five full meals (impressive for someone that has all meals out of the home in NYC) in restaurants: Lebanese, Vietnamese and French. The best meal was in a outdoor plaza just steps from my flat, under trees just like this one L'Epicerie where I'm sitting sipping on some Rose. At Le Cantine, I had the Carpaccio as they had run out of the Steak Tartare. They pilled high rocket arugula with parmeggiano, olive oil, almonds and sun...tomatoes. It was simple and magnificent, in this case NO BREAD needed. The dessert was another thing, the much awaited Tarte de Frais was store bought pastry that it was so hard 1/4 of it jumped off the plate and I was unable to finish it as not to simply pick it up and put it in my mouth. Not proper behavior for the French, that as I looked over saw a Lady pick up a cold cut with such delicacy and detail it was mouth watering...she rolled it languidly in her finger and seductively and patiently put it in her mouth. It is the same way my friends (FRench) showed me how to eat a dessert with a small spoon, backwards and lingering.
It is this simplicity of the French that is so alluring, simple yet refined. As the shops went on sale (massive!) July 6th, the only sign that these women are human was their intensity in their eyes, focused and determined to SHOP. Some might viewed it as a bit crazed, carrying multiple bags in both hands. A scene similar to a Vera Wang bridal sale. Other than that, they litter--- the streets in timeless garbs, simple sheaths, classic colors, understated as opposite of their male counterparts with super elongated/pointy shoes. No designer labels, no excessive accessorizing. Hair color if it exists, it is not evident. All hues are natural and complimentary. Simple elegance.
Last night I had a classic Steak Tartare @ La Mado that was simply delicious. I often forget it is a quite heavy meal specially @ 9pm. A glass of Bordeaux accompanied me and of to bed I went.
Friday, July 8, 2011
french class
School has been great, the professeurse is very detailed and focused on the most important part of French... l'accent!!! She is cute, young and from Bretagne. Our class which is half English speakers (four americans (plus me) and a hot Australian - as I am convinced they ALL ARE!! The average age is 24, maybe! mostly in College grades. They are humble yet confident. Good kids, except for the badass Aussie. Roaming the world as their location pushes them- for over a year. Tall,lean, arm muscle definition, cocky and well the boy is just damn hot! We ended the class with " you are not that old!!!" as I described Greece in 1998 where he is headed for a few weeks. "You are 27!" he defiantly says, haha life is fun that way! I hopped all the way home in Friday elation or hormones in full rage. I am happy to be here, expose to others learning about myself and knowing life is full of surprises.
This experience has made me super excited to be returning to school.
This experience has made me super excited to be returning to school.
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