I leave Delhi the evening of Holi Day which as far as festivals/parties go it ranks near the top on my list. Holi day is the one day where typically conservative India lets it's guard down, quenches it's thirst with alcohol, and douse one another with paint and water. All in the spirit of welcoming spring and celebrating the triumph of good over bad. Within minutes of stepping outside Andy and I were covered in paint, more so me than him. Holi Day for a white woman is a lot like attending a family reunion and dealing with that pervy relative who holds his hugs a bit too long. Despite having with my 6'3 platonic husband by my side I was constantly getting groped and after 90 minutes I had enough and headed back to the safe haven of our hotel. After a 30 minute shower in COLD water I was 95% paint free and ready for the next and final leg of this adventure.
In 2013 I told one of my closest friends that I would be going to Paris soon, I didn't know how or when, but I just knew that I would. Fast forward a year later and I find myself on a flight from Delhi to Paris with a brief stop over in Abu Dhabi. I'm intrigued by the people and culture of Abu Dhabi and can't wait to explore this country in the future. *Side note I have flown on many airlines and emirates airlines has been one of the best. The seats are super comfy, the food is good, and the people are friendly. The worst is fucking china south eastern...but damn they have good prices.
I arrive in Paris early in the morning and make my way to the hostel using the trains, I figure it out relatively easily and am impressed with my superior navigational skills. It's busy and being a polite Canadian I stand the entire 40minute train journey wearing my backpack and trying not to get in people's way. By the time I get to my hostel I'm cursing my high maintenance ways, carrying 40 pounds on my back for an hour served as another lesson I apparently needed to learn the hard way.
My room is in a 4 bed dorm occupied by just guys, this has consistently been a theme on this trip where I'm often the only or one of the few females in a mixed dorm. My fantasy of having a whirlwind romantic affair in Paris is dashed when I open the door and meet one of my roomies, he's this cute little old guy from Chile who speaks zero English. I try to sleep as it's only 8am, but I am to amped and just end up tossing and turning before I give up and set out to explore Paris. I enjoy being reunited with a society that has sidewalks, no evil monkeys trying to fuck with me, no smell of poo, no pigs trying to charge at me, and no COWS. On the flip side public restrooms are hard to come by (things North Americans unknowingly take for granted). I walk around all day and am enamored with Paris. Money is tight and Paris is expensive so one of the things I did was google free things to do and decided on exploring the Père Lachaise cemetery that has famous "occupants" like Gloria Stein, Jim Morrison, and Oscar Wilde. It's over 100 acres with impressive tombs and memorials and with Paris being one of the top three tourist cities in the world, it's not surprisingly the most visited cemetery in the world.
The following day I'm up at 5 and not by choice, rooming with boys (or anyone) that snores brings about homicidal thoughts and I was tired of laying in bed fantasizing about smothering them with a pillow... I begrudgingly get up and decide to get an early start. There are numerous museums to check out in Paris, I have no desire to check them all out in one trip so I decide on the worlds largest, which is The Louvre. I spend 3 hours wandering around and I still wasn't able to see it all, mostly because I got lost A LOT, apparently my navigational skills are not that superior. I did manage to see a numerous famous pieces like Captive by Michelangelo, The Wedding Feast, and The Mona Lisa which happens to be much smaller than I had thought it would be. I catch a glimpse of outside and decide to embark on what my travel buddies and I now refer to as "serendipitous wandering". Eventually I come across the Eiffel Tower and am awe struck, it's yet another moment where I feel immense gratitude/happiness/peace for being right where I am. I spend the rest of my day exploring Paris by foot. I end up back at the hostel late in the evening and am greeted by a new roommate who speaks English, which is pretty exciting as most of the people I came across throughout the day speak everything but English. We talk until we can both barely keep our eyes open, and I fall asleep hoping he doesn't snore as he seemed cool and I would hate to fantasize about smothering him with a pillow.
My last day in Paris was long, I was determined to see as much as possible and gave zero fucks about how sore my body was from the miles I was surely to have already covered. I head to Notre Dame (astonishingly beautiful) from there I headed to Montmartre a village within Paris which is where Hemingway and Piccaso chilled back in the day (a must see, I plan to spend more time there on my next visit) and then I headed to Champs-Élysées "the most famous shopping avenue in the world". I wander in and out of high end stores gasping at the prices and looking for an potential sugar daddy to fund my future travel. I pass a cafe and catch the eye of a guy that makes me weak in the knees, we exchange smiles and I keep walking. Moments later I hear yelling, I turn around and see a crowd gathering by the cafe I just passed so I walk back up to check it out. The hottie I had just passed is exchanging words with a girl from another table, while I can't understand what they are saying I can tell it's getting heated. Suddenly the girl then lunges at him and a brawl ensues, a crowd has gathered and we all watch the action in a state of disbelief. I walk to the Eiffel Tower to check it out at night and whilst walking I pass by another jaw-droppingly handsome guy who smiles and says something in French (Im kicking myself for not learning French after grade 9). I spend my last night chatting away with some English guys while we catch the sunset. I have a restless sleep I'm excited to see my familia and friends and yet my mind is already thinking about "Where To Next", my wanderlust is insatiable.
The flight home is quick and after a brief stop over in Iceland (another country now on the list) I find myself seated next to a chatty guy who is also from Edmonton. Jesse is a nervous flyer who attempts to seek comforting words from me when he finds out I've lost count of the number of flights I've been on, I do very little to calm poor Jesse's nerves. In between the teasing, Jesse and I talk about traveling, life, and everything in between. I cherish moments like this when you can have an effortless, soulful, thought provoking conversation whether it's with someone you've known forever or with a perfect stranger. I say see ya later to Jesse at the airport, get mildly interrogated by customs, and run into the arms of my niece who is patiently waiting while holding her "Welcome Home Aunty" sign.