Jen's Paris Romance

Well - everyone has wondered if I would fall in love in Paris. I have been here for three days and I have. I have fallen in love with the crescent moon floating over the Seine. I have fallen in love with the two bulldogs walking in the middle of level 5 in the department store on Rue de Rivoli. I have fallen in love with the turkish shop keeper selling hand painted scarves. He came to Paris in 1975 "perhaps before I was born." I have an evil eye pin attached to my sweater. This is a generous gift he selected just for me to protect me from evil (so far so good). I have fallen in love with the waiter in the internet cafe on Ile. St-Louis who gives me my coffee. I love the restaurant Breakfast in America where I can sit and eat familiar comfort food guilt free. I love the people on bikes riding in the streets at night.

It has taken me no time at all to fall in love with this place. I managed to get past the fact that I can't speak the language, don't drink wine and I am by no means a foodie. Even with these major handicaps, I have still fallen in love with Paris.

What are my goals for six months in Paris? To become self nurturing, deserving, explore the adventure and magic of life, and claim my softness and femininity. I know that it sounds a little odd. I have come from New York City where I left my biological clock. No where in my goals does it say that I must learn to speak french, become a gourmet chef or study classical art history. Perhaps all of these things will happen during my journey here but perhaps not. I am simply committed to doing whatever is in my heart's desire. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. My goal is to fall in love with me. I will treat myself as I would treat a lover - perhaps better. I may choose to buy me flowers, give myself a massage or dance across Pont Sully. The goal is to see love in everything so that I gain a deepened understanding of what it is. Is there any better place to fall in love than Paris?