This year has been a year of travel, a year of the constant pursuit of that thing that I say I love. Places that make my heart sing, make me blush and my palms sweaty. That deep down passion that I constantly want to feel again and again. As I peruse back through my photos of times past, I always feel as if something is missing, like the glance down at the wrist, when the watch is not there. Like the sound of the doorbell ringing, when there is no one at the door. My travels always seem to disappear.
I am there.
Photographing Gaudi’s mesmerizing architecture in Barcelona,
Freezing my tush off in Berlin to learn the history lessons of the cold, hard war,
Overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, watching the waves lap the rocks below in the Cinque Terre region of Italy… then Portofino beckoning at my door,
Standing in the crevices of the rocks, looking at the carved out caverns of years gone past in Petra, Jordan,
Scuba diving the Red Sea as the salty water penetrates my nostrils,
On the boat underneath the roaring sounds of Niagra Falls, gazing at the mist and rainbows in the rushing water.
I remember why I have this constant pursuit for adventure. Each time is it a rush, I’m an addict that gets a hit, but then I need another one and another one.
“When you can stop you don’t want to, and when you want to stop, you can’t…” ―Luke Davies, Candy
I pursue it, as if I was on a big game safari, the hunt for the next adventure, the one that is more amazing than the last. I just can’t break free from the madness.
You know, I haven’t been to Paris this year! My last “hit” of Paris was a surprise trip I managed to pull off for my husband’s birthday in 2010. I haven’t felt the beat of the city or popped over to the Ile de la Cité to visit. I haven’t pub crawled through Sacre Coeur neighborhood and climbed the steps to the top to peer over the city. Is Montemarte calling my name again? I haven’t stood in awe at the magic of the Eiffel. I am ready for the adventure in Paris. She calls my name.
Paris is always a good idea. Audrey Hepburn.
I want to “find mine” in Paris and show you the pull, the way it sucks me in every time. The magic in the way I lose myself, the seduction of it all. The way I slip deep into the grasp of this obsession I call travel.
The place I lose myself. It takes me a really long time to get here, but Paris you are the one…to take me home again.