The whole waiting game at the airport was so suspenseful. I read articles for work and then started a short read I planned to finish in transit. I was so excited to just make it to where I was headed. It was more than a destination, it was going to be a pivotal moment in my life. I could just feel the memories and experiences right ahead.
Paris was definitely meant for playing. The scenery sparked some sort of child-like response and I could not stop smiling at everything that was placed around me. Everything was ancient and you could feel it had a history and a depth to it waiting to be explored.
Immediately upon getting out of the Juval Train Station, you got a view of the Eifel tower. I literally had to stop walking to stare at it, to take it in. I could have been in the middle of the road, I wouldn’t have known, and I would have been hit by a car and died completely happy at that moment. Making sure I wouldn’t meet my demise at the start of this journey, I made sure I stopped gawking and got safely across the road. I couldn’t wait to see it up close, but there it was, effortlessly standing ahead of me in all its glory. The excitement of the next two weeks sent a shiver up and down my spine. I was in France, Paris, France headed to Versailles. At this moment, I felt so lucky to be standing where I was looking ahead at all the possibilities and memories that awaited for me!
Looking around, I could see what this was the fashion capital of the world. Everyone was dressed so timeless whether it be their suit or high-waisted skirt in solid colors or a bold polka-dotted print, everyone looked great. Red lipstick is a staple in France, as I expected. That was the one thing I did pack into my small 22-L backpack
that was meant for nearly three weeks. I impressed myself with what I managed to fit into that bag. The fact I felt confident in my selections blew me away. You should see my closet and what I typically wear in three weeks versus what I actually packed. I was about to prove to myself what I was capable of in the world of minimalism across the Atlantic Ocean far from home. The unknown excited me.
I met my friend Abby at the train station in Versailles. You could have pinched me twice and I still may not have believed where I was. But I was there standing in Versailles where Marie Antionette had lived. (I STILL have a hard time wrapping my head around the amazing experiences I had the pleasure to call mine). I managed to navigate my way from the airport all the way through the Paris train system to Versailles with no error. I was growing to love public transportation; I really shouldn’t be allowed to drive, it’s dangerous. The view right outside the train station was picturesque, absolutely beautiful, the kind of beauty I have never experienced in person. The scenery captivated me and I tried to engrave it into my memory instead of trying to capture all the perfect photos on my well-equipped iPhone. I stood there and wondered what would unfold at the start of my journey here in Versaille. Abby was staying in a seventeenth-century villa that wasn’t short of charming. With no AC or elevator, we climbed four stories to where we were all going to be staying for the next four days.