Sweet Dreams Realities

Yesterday, Monday March 5 2018, there I was fleet of foot in Bunnings Maryborough and I hear my name ‘Robyne!’ In that lovely french accent. I face Cecile. ‘Where have you been?’ I heard you had left town!’

‘O so much has happened.’

I summarize as best as I can.

‘AND I spent two weeks in Paris last year. TRES BONNE!!’

‘Do you still teach French?’

I want to grab a few more phrases ‘just in case.’

So…last nights dreams of stumbling around in Paris, frantic because I only had two days and little money to spend. Longing to account for every second is understandable.

Arlene and Gordon were there. I’m struggling to recall the others.

We managed to find cafe au lait. I became momentarily separated and then united only to discover that a stone had hit Arlene on the head and being injured needed to return to her hotel room. She was placed in a vertical carrier on wheels and we pushed her along.I said to her that I could image a store, ARLENE of PARIS. She deferred saying that Parisians wouldn’t purchase her style of clothing. I replied that if she lived there her style would change.

I awake with my Paris heart. I have been bitten, smitten. Tasted and unfulfilled. How to return, I know not how, but I know that I would love to experience another bout.

During my 5 day visit of glorious Rome, looking every bit the tourist dag, I swore that should I have the dream come true opportunity of visiting Paris, I would not look like a tourist, i would be a headturner like every Parisian woman. Perhaps a wee bit too ambitious however, my clever ‘selfies’…well…I did OK.

I perused Galleries Layfayette, but my favourite stores were always the second hand stores. Much more exciting, even in beautiful Paris. Ah!! Paris in Spring. And I did it!! And SOLO.

It is interesting how life unfolds.

My strong penchant for roaming Scotland ,England, Ireland and now Paris have even ticked.

Life is full of suprises. In 2015, I flew into India to spend 1 month exploring a world I only read about in books. I recall drilling my lifelong friend KZ. Wondering what it would be like to live in India. More than once I implored,’ take me through a day in your life in India.’ Now, I could publish my own book. (WHATEVER is holding me back, DISSIPATE!!)

2017, not only France, but England, Thailand and Bali. New Caledonia. Two ocean cruises now under my belt, 10,000 kms around Qld. The thought did occur to me when I was overseas,’I need to work to save money so that I can partake of these incredible experiences.’

Sometimes, all it takes is for one to innocently enquire, ‘I wonder what I would be like to…..’

And here in am back in my hometown, engaged to a man that even my wildest dreams could not procur. Maybe, somewhere sometime, I wondered what it would be like to marry a blind man.

Life truly is an adventure. My heart thirsts for adventures, wonderful WOW factor adventures…. cool clean refreshing invigorating water.

SO many possibilities.

Life is such an opportunity.

But sadly, finite.

I thank God for my time.

One day, I hope to enjoy Paris once more.

As Hemingway says, A moveable feast.

An artlovers banquet lavishly spread over eons of time. SO much to see..A wonder, to be..Wonderland.

Recently, I met a land developer on a cruise to New Caledonia at breakfast one morning in the Sapphire dining room. He and his wife visit Paris every year.

O for that kind of freedom.

Sweet dreams.