Waking up whenever I please.
Eating whatever I please, whenever I please (which is rarely, since I'm so captivated by other things).
Acting on the slightest whim, with no though of where it will take me.
Stopping to read whenever I want, for as long as I want.
Window shopping without the slightest urge to buy anything.
Buying delicious produce from street vendors.
Great weather.
Even better architecture.
Beautiful parks and lavish gardens.
Delicious gyros (however you choose to pronounce that word).
Decent gelato on every street corner.
Dozens of different languages to hear as you walk down the street. (with Brazilian portugues, my favorite, being well represented)
Around every corner another turret that makes fairytales believable.
Going to bed whenever I please.
No responsibilities whatsoever-no work, no school, no deadlines.
And the Prague castle, which I did visit again today.
Yes, I could get used to this.
If I had my loved ones here, could play pinochle, and had a full wardrobe (I like to look nice every once in a while), and the necessary funding, I would never want to go home.
When I get kind of irritated with being in France, I remind myself that life is good. Here I was, just weeks ago, worrying about so many deadlines, and now it's odd to not have any, really!
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm right there with you on the gyros thing--we had some my first week here, and I keep wanting to get another! Hehe, we also had a discussion on how to say the word. You can guess how I resolved the situation. And there are 2 official ways to say it.