Last night, I Stumbled Uponmyvintagevogue, a collection of fashion images from the 1920's into the 60's. It's so fun to scour through the photos and see the way fashion has changed, and repeated itself, over the years.
On Easter last year, Sophie, Will, Bex and I were hiking along the shore of Lake Malawi. After having run out of food and water, we paid villagers to row us to our hostel. We spent two hours cold and wet in a dug-out canoe, looking up at the bright stars of the Southern Hemisphere, while I thought about my family around the table, drinking dry white wine and eating Easter ham.
Now, in France, we have a picnic planned by the river and drinks as the sun sets. I'll dry my laundry on the clothesline and I'll run to Monbazillac. And still, I will miss going to church with my mom, eating her homemade carrot cake and watching my little cousin embark on an Easter egg hunt in my aunt and uncle's backyard. Those of you who are with family: relish it. I'll count down the days to being with mine, while I relish the last days with the family I've made here.
I've spent the past two weeks having the time of my life: a week and a half in Bordeaux and Madrid with old friends, followed by five days in Provence with a new friend. I've been to the Prado and Plaza de Mayor; I've visited cathedrals in Toledo and beaches in Cassis, the port in Marseille and my old apartment in Aix; and I've drank far more wine and eaten far more delicious food than is healthy for one person.
This year has very much been an experiment in pushing boundaries - in throwing rules and expectations out the window: staying out until the sun rises; singing and playing guitar badly in front of crowds of people; speaking constant, imperfect French; spending money I don't have. No doubt I'll always look back on it fondly as a year of the most intense and carefree fun, the year I said f*ck you to being perfect, the year I learned to live utterly and entirely for myself, the year I was 23 and France was my oyster and life wasn't serious yet. In the process of it, I've met wonderful, kind, genuine people who have seen me on my best and worst days, and for whom I've seen the same. I imagine stepping on the airplane in Paris will be like ripping a band-aid off a fresh wound. People will speak to me in English again and I'll be leaving the continent indefinitely, where all the people I've grown to love this year will stay. So all I can say is: vive the next eleven days, and New York, please be kind to me.
I hope you make it through all six and a half minutes of this, because it really is an other-worldly experience.
10. A song that makes you fall asleep
It's been in the high-70s all week in Bergerac, and happily, tonight has been the first that I've sat down at my computer for more than five minutes. The sun puts me in too good a mood for me to stay away from it. On top of that, I've been on my Easter vacation as of 4:15 this afternoon, my best friend arrives in Bordeaux in 36 hours, and I have two and a half weeks of travel ahead of me. I couldn't be happier.
(Nope, I take that back - I would be happier if I had my camera. Although there's a fun retro feel to the disposables, and I like the anticipation in not knowing immediately how the pictures turn out. Remember that?)
If I could, I'd fold myself away like a card table A concertina or a murphy bed, I would, But I wasn't made that way So you know instead I'm open all night and the customers come to stay And everyone tips but not enough to knock me over And I'm so tired I just worked two shifts
6. A Song that Reminds You of Somewhere
This video isn't of the best quality, but I love her little soliloquy before she sings ("It just wasn't New Yawk."). For obvious reasons, this song makes me very homesick.
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I had a wonderful whirlwind 36 hours in London: Indian food on Brick Lane, bar hopping in the East End, breakfast and flea markets in Islington, great theater in Hammersmith, Hugh Grant's bookstore in Notting Hill, and a pub crawl to Buckingham Palace, through Hyde Park, past Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament and into Trafalgar Square, and finally, dancing in Convent Garden. I can't wait to get the pictures developed from my Boots' disposable cameras (Buy One, Get One Free).
Hey, I'm going to London tonight to see Bex and Will! Knowing us, the top priorities will be eating and drinking, but we're also going to a play on Saturday and do some sight-seeing. I haven't been to London since I was twelve, and I'm looking forward to exploring it with real Londoners this time. Right now, I can't imagine being in a country where everything's in English.
Also, Day 4: A Song that Makes You Sad. It doesn't get much sadder or more beautiful than this one. Finding this video led me to the rest of RA&C's BBC Sessions from 2007, which includes all the best songs from Easy Tiger performed to perfection.