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Wednesday Wishlist

I often dream about being able to live abroad again, if only for a month of two. While ideally I would prefer longer (i.e. a year of more), I know I’d still be content with just 30 days. When you travel somewhere for just a week, you blink and the week is basically over. I only had a month in South Korea when I studied there and while at times it seemed to go by painfully slow (kimchi for breakfast every morning took some getting used to), the month really did race by with me only having just recovered from the excruciating jet lag when I had to get back on the plane. But in that month I still saw and did so much and I even felt for a time, an expatriate of sorts what with my weekly trips into Itaweon for Western culinary comforts and traveling all over Seoul (usually by myself) on the subway.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever have that experience to live abroad again but if I did, there is one place I’d like it to be. Paris, France. I have been to the City of Light three times and each time was comprised of four nights or less there. The idea of being able to spend a month in Paris seems dream worthy. To live in an apartment, shop at a local boulangerie (bread shop) each and every morning, and potentially see such iconic (and to me heartwarming) sights such as the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe would be idyllic. I’ve love to have a chance to be in Paris when not up against a “tight touring schedule.” I want to (temporarily) live there and just aimlessly wander as so many great figures have done before me. So many of my literary heroes have called Paris home-Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Irène Némirovsky and yet on my visits there I have never paid them homage like they deserve. And while I know the glitz and glamour of Paris would probably wear off after my first experience with a shutdown of its public transportation since the French love to call strikes just as much as they love a good café, it’s still Paris after all. And of course, the ghost of another hero of mine is there-Julia Child. I’m no professional cook and yet neither was she. But she came to Paris and the city simply worked its culinary magic on her. Of course, my French is only elementary so lessons would be a must but I know from prior experience the best way to improve one’s language abilities is to live where it is naturally spoken. And although I know my Spanish would probably suffer because of my French learning efforts, the Spanish language would be just across the border after all…

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    Rebecca
    August 8, 2013 at 9:42 am

    My two choices are NYC and Istanbul….but I’m too risk adverse to take the plunge, and lives too short to stay in one place!

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    the red headed traveler
    August 9, 2013 at 1:57 pm

    Good choices! Hopefully one day you can do it!

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