There are just too many things that I could tell you. Probably none of them as interesting on paper as they might seem in my head, but this is my blog so I can write about nothing and get away with it.
I have two things I wish to discuss today on the "It's ALL about Kara show" right here on the Kara blog. Yes, thank you!!
First, yesterday I thought it would be a fabulous idea to wear nearly 4 inch heels around Paris.
(I'm not quite sure this needs much explaining but I will...)
So since my family is out of town and left me their car I had the opportunity to sleep in my bed for the first time on a Saturday night in who knows how long. I go to church every Sunday in Paris and since the buses are not very frequent on Sundays here, I usually stay in the city at my weekend home so I can make it on time. Well, because I had the car I was in control of myself yesterday. (funny to be relearning freedom at age 24, but it is bliss). Well, I thought I knew my schedule for yesterday, church, lunch, bowling, dinner... ok, I can dress cute and wear heels and that'll be that! HA! Boy, was I wrong!
1. My friends decided we were going to eat lunch at jardin du Luxenburg. not too far from the location of the church but long enough.
2. then they decided to grab subway (one of the 3 fast food restaurants in Paris so its not like we had much of a choice) but didn't want to wait in one line so decided to walk to the other side of the worlds largest park to stand in another line.
3. In walking through the park I had to walk on cobble stone streets, soft grass, AND most of the time it was dusty pebbles. Yes, exactly my kind of exercise.
4. Only to get to the other side of the park and find that the line at this subway was equally as long if not longer than the other one. Oh joy!
5. After the park (and my much needed break from walking) we headed off to bowling. The one thing about this awesome park is that its so large there are no metros very close, so yes, more walking on all those aforementioned types of ground.
6. And then we get to the metro only to go down under and half to walk a few city blocks to get to the right line. (i am not complaining, only explaining)
7. ok, this is getting boring....long story short, nothing was close to the metros.. nothing!
I contemplated stealing the bowling shoes at one point because I was so determined not to have to walk another step in 3.5 inch heels. Sure I'd be out a pair of cute heels but I'd also have happier feet. Atlas, I gave back the bowling shoes and reluctantly put on my really "cute" shoes. (they weren't so cute at this point in the day)
Besides the fact that I will never again try to suck it up just to look cute, it was a fabulous day. It was hot as heck (except, not as bad as Texas), beautiful day for a picnic in the park (along with every other Parisian and tourist), and I experienced another first yesterday: bowling in Paris. And dinner last night can't even be put into words. Not at all. All I can say is that every day and every week I am amazed at the incredible people I continue to meet (except I already knew all these people) and get to know better. Last night reminded me of being at home with my friends: the jokes, the laughs, the meals shared, the no walls up, no caring about what anything thought before you opened your mouth... except this time, it wasn't just my American friends, it was new awesome incredible friends from all over the world.
**side note: can I just mention to you how amazed I am time and time again when I realize when I am eating meals with friends who many nationalities are represented around the table. Last night was 4. Usually the number is higher, but in a group of 7, 4 nationalities is a lot, in my opinion.
Ok, well, now I forgot the 2nd thing I was going to discuss with you so I will leave it at that! My holiday has already started off with a bang and its been nothing out of the ordinary, just amazingly awesomely my life. I dare you all to come and join in with me... come July I will have spare space!!!
I feel blessed. because I am.
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