via My Modern Met
After not sleeping for 24 hours in order to circumvent the dreadful effects of jetlag, I finally arrived in Paris. :)) It was, let me say, a city-wide movie set, with its cobblestones and columned buildings.
It’s still surreal. Hoping that a few more days in this seemingly magical city will make it much more real for me… :D
Distant relatives going about, the kitchen bustling with life (and food!), random conversations filling the air: I know I’m home, and I know that it’s fiesta.
Looking at my relatives’ faces, enjoying their company, updating them with my life and my cross-continental journey, I imagine that the next celebration would be completely different.
Come this December, the festivities will not be as loud and familiar as this. I know I’ll miss my family, and I’m also quite certain that I’ll miss that roasted pig that’s on our table right now, or to put more precisely, the skeleton of that pig.
The fiesta’s over but my journey’s about to begin. 4 days. Game face.
Ticket? Check.
Visa? Check. (Yeah!)
Realization that I’m actually leaving? Still sinking in.
So close. Yet it still feels like it’s so far away. :D
…And so begins my presence in this so-called time-wasting site.