The first post. Ever. On my Blog – damn that pressure. But hey,
currently I am lounging in a First Class seat bound for a continent I have
never set foot on. So far I am going to vouch my current situation is looking
pretty un-situational. BOOM-SHAKA-BOOM-VROOM. Two champagne glasses and a glass
of red wine down and this is what I have to say.
It is really hard to look normal in First Class when you’ve never sat in an automated reclining chair on a plane before (leg-room like you wouldn’t believe! ... actually I kinda feel like a midget as a consequence). Movies, games.. the whole shebang) waitwaitwait.. Champagne? – Why yes, that’ll do me just fine, thank you. Honestly I feel a bit like I’m a posing peasant – but by golly it’s kind of (/super) fun and my grin is topsy-turvy wide-eyed and booming. This new chapter has kicked off rather fantastically.
It is really hard to look normal in First Class when you’ve never sat in an automated reclining chair on a plane before (leg-room like you wouldn’t believe! ... actually I kinda feel like a midget as a consequence). Movies, games.. the whole shebang) waitwaitwait.. Champagne? – Why yes, that’ll do me just fine, thank you. Honestly I feel a bit like I’m a posing peasant – but by golly it’s kind of (/super) fun and my grin is topsy-turvy wide-eyed and booming. This new chapter has kicked off rather fantastically.
On Friday the 27th, 2014 I set out from Helsinki, Paris bound. First off, fitting your material life into 40kg is a bit of a challenge. I repacked about three times (alas, my very awesome collection of shot glasses bought in cities I have previously visited, had to wait for second rounds – hahaha! Get it?! … Second ROUNDS!!! – forgive me). The real challenge, of course, arose when I had to say goodbye to the faces I love on home soil. There will be no pretence; tears flowed and although excitement steeped my insides, holes of nervousness poked my gut. But home is home and will always occupy a certain corner of my heart. No more needs be said. Right now, adventure calls. The future kind of feels like a beautifully wrapped Christmas present from someone near, and although you have no idea what it is, it just feels right and somehow you love it already.
A green bag, a purple bag and my scrumptious dog, Melba, all made it to Paris in one piece. Shaken, not stirred. A big shout-out is due to my mother, whom without, I never would have made it thus far - apparently I do not have five arms… pff, who knew!?
This following term sums up the next happening pretty adequately. Retrouvailles in French, refers to the
“rediscovery” or happiness you feel upon reuniting with someone after you’ve
been apart for a long time. Hello.
Now we spend two days in Paris hosted by a very hospitable sister and her very cute family. Goodness, if you’ve never heard a little French girl of two years old do a toddler-babble, you are simply missing out on a total mind-blow of cuteness; seriously extremely adorable. The constant rain in Paris was less welcoming; as are the still suffering leather riding-boots, worn for sake of space. At least I don’t smell like horse poo, I think -- Classy, I know.
A 4:37AM wake-up was set for Monday the 30th of June. Melba baby needs to get her business done before a 9-hour flight – so, early morning walkies abound. Wish I would have taken a photo but words will have to suffice, the Seine was steaming lightly in the early morning crisp – an aura of pureness waking up the day to come. Thank you Paris. Six pieces of luggage, three souls (one four legged) and our very social taxi-driver were puzzled into the taxi and víola! Off we go.
Now we spend two days in Paris hosted by a very hospitable sister and her very cute family. Goodness, if you’ve never heard a little French girl of two years old do a toddler-babble, you are simply missing out on a total mind-blow of cuteness; seriously extremely adorable. The constant rain in Paris was less welcoming; as are the still suffering leather riding-boots, worn for sake of space. At least I don’t smell like horse poo, I think -- Classy, I know.
A 4:37AM wake-up was set for Monday the 30th of June. Melba baby needs to get her business done before a 9-hour flight – so, early morning walkies abound. Wish I would have taken a photo but words will have to suffice, the Seine was steaming lightly in the early morning crisp – an aura of pureness waking up the day to come. Thank you Paris. Six pieces of luggage, three souls (one four legged) and our very social taxi-driver were puzzled into the taxi and víola! Off we go.
Now, airport lounge – ohmyghod I love chocolate croissants! -- and they were FREE so I had two :D So yummie. Totally a fan of this free food concept. (I wanted to take three but my pride stopped me. Silly thing).
So here I am. Sitting in a plane miles above the sea on my way to
French Guiana. Hello Life :)
I feel grateful (and awesome) and I’m going to celebrate it by having some more Champagne.
* Working it like a turtle at the bar in Las Vegas * Ohhh YEAH.
Exhilarating.
Terrific.
Unreal.
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