It's been a while!

It's been quite some time since I have been on, it's a combination of far too many bottles of wine in one week and the distractions of the lights this city brings upon you. For a couple of weeks I was even struggling to get a page in my book done, I felt so guilty and lazy, but then a French friend of course disagreed with me one day by saying "but you are doing something, you are going to cafe's and meeting people, you are doing plenty" and I thought to myself is this the Christian guilt seeping in or the plain old American guilt? This Idea that one has to merit everything they do, and so I can not go out to the cafe at night If I have not completed a solid chapter in my book that afternoon. Then I spoke to my wonderful father whom even I find to be from another planet at times with his way of thinking, and he told me "listen you can always write a book where ever you go, you can write a book here in New York, but your only in Paris so many times in your life, so enjoy everything you can there; that you can't here". I woke up the next day after speaking to my father feeling more than inspired.

The truth is I make friends quite easily, this is a given but the type of people I am meeting here are so amazing. The other night I went to a bar that held live Afro-Jazz music, and I met these two beautiful British girls on vacation with their elderly but strong grandparents! I couldn't believe my eyes at the spirit these four people had, I almost felt I was meant to be at that bar for over five hours so that I could meet them. Mind you the live music scene here is booming with great artist. I was moving to those African drums like I came straight from The Ivory Coast, I also made friends with some cool Australians, and more English people. And thanks to face book, and modern day technology of I phones, we were instantly able to ensure our connection online and if ever in any of these countries; I have already been offered numerous places to stay. People, they really amaze me and I find it so hard to be a miserable person with so much beauty in the world. Beauty in these faces and in these souls and it gives me so much faith that we will get by another day or so.

I speak to my friends and family a lot though, even with the friends I have made here and the amazing nights out we spend with each other (our current new family) I miss the people who know me best, so much. My bestie Vicky, my loves Shadae and Frenchi and my Mother and Father, man I miss them so much. My best friend and Boyfriend Jonathan. I wish I could stay here longer and ship them all over, and If only I could.

My French is improving or so I think, the other night we spent the whole night picnicking and drinking bottles and bottles of wine under the Eiffel tower, we watched the sun go up and lights come on then the sun go down and the lights go down on the tower. We made friends with Brazilians and guitar players and me and my new gal pal Greta danced under the stars to these amazing sounds. And then spoke French with these talented people all night long, and so I am convinced at least one bottle of wine needs to be in place in order for my French to take form. Almost every other night I come home with the sun and finish the night with a steak; Mother worries I won't eat well but I ensure her I am full of energy and protein.

I have local cafe's I go to and friends I meet every other day, and I think this is what I will miss the most when I leave, really seeing people. Listening to their stories, ordering more and more wine and feeling alive. Sleeping when I need to and eating when I am hungry, and not following any schedule at all. The people here have taught me the beautiful art of living, this art is a strongly fair and difficult one to teach.

Must Write!

So aside from my odd sleep patterns, I have officially been running around Paris the last few days and have totally neglected my duties here to my writing. Of course try telling a Parisian that, I kid you not the only obvious answer to them is "Well that's fine,your on vacation!" Ha! But that's the thing, this is supposed to be much more than vacation, I'm supposed to be concentrating on a primary goal, and that is a book. I had some friends in town from NYC, go figure I wouldn't see people from my Meisner acting class for a year and a half, but we reach Paris and reunite again. It was so mind boggling as to why me and Illeana could never ever meat up back in our home city. Along with that, there have been a couple of meet up's with the expats in Paris group, dinner near the opera, and Woody Allen films. If I have to say anything about Midnight in Paris, is simply "Love Letter" and that is a love letter to Paris. Funny and quirky of course, but we can never expect anything other than from a Woody Allen film.

The weather has been pure bliss though; it's so hard to focus with clear, bright and sunny skies every day this past weekend. I look at it this way, it was 4th of July weekend in America, so I'll pretend I have celebrated in Paris.

A start of a new week how ever and that is what I shall begin, I woke up early for the first time in over a week, had breakfast and began writing first thing. I will start another thing I lost back in NYC and that is my Yoga routine along with my first meal. That is right, today I will begin cooking food. Now I have no clue what my first meal will be but I'm going to the market today and I will figure it out. My flat mate, makes it a lot easier to eat everyday however, since she includes a daily breakfast in the rent! One which is always prepared and out before I even wake up, she's a sweet French lady from the south with a much softer accent than I am used to here in Paris. She is so helpful with getting me to learn French which makes sense since she is a French teacher...breakfast and French help, talk about lucky.

Now my only difficult mission will actually be to stay in today and write...