Foie gras and wine. I'm so very Parisian.
Maybe not. The foie gras is from the German place on the way to Petropolis and the wine is from Australia. Doesn't matter, it's good anyway!
One day I'll make it to Paris! I'm going to drink wine in a plaza, hardly nibble on the wonderful food (we all know that one isn't true), and smoke cigarettes.
One of my biggest regrets, and I don't have many, is that I didn't go on a Paris trip with my roommate back in the day. Tickets were on sale, $200 roundtrip from San Diego. Maybe it was $400. Regardless, that is cheap.
I just didn't have the money. Ok, neither did my roommate but she had a much less money restricting perspective on things. Now, more than 7 years later, I should have gone. I don't have that money now so what did I miss it for! If I had gone, I'd have the memories. I will never again have the chance to run around Paris with my bestfriend, in my 20s that is. By the way, I think we were both single at the time.
Oh well. Can't turn back time. But I'm not dead. I had a foreigner friend give me a wonderful piece of advice. He's easily in his late 50s. He was playing his guitar in the plaza while our boys played. I mentioned that I've always wanted to learn how to play the Cello.
You're going to love this.
He then asked me if I was dying. Of course not! He pointed out that I'm young. My kids would have their own lives by the time I'm 40. Why not learn then. Still gives me over 20 years to perfect it. That has stuck with me.
I will live and love my life now. I will enjoy every moment with small children, medium children, large children, and then adults (extra large children). Come on, I'm so an extra large child!
When my empty nest syndrome comes in, I'm going to Paris. Shelby, pack you bags! Here in 20 years we're out of here!
