The Paris I always wanted

Always in life we find places to love, to hate and to eternally remember. Before my first trip to Europe, I thought I was completely irrevocably in love with New York City; a city that talks by itself, amazing buildings that dazzle people under their amazing charm of the old, the new and the outrageous. I thought that was love at first sight… until I met Paris.

Though its lights and spirit captivated my heart from the very first meeting, I never expected this foreign city, with a language that gave me so much trouble in the past to bring such a package of conflicting emotions, It’s giving me joy, inspiration, frustrations, beginnings, love.

This weekend for I don’t know what time I watched the last episodes of this girls’ icon series: Sex and the city… I never found myself very close to any of its characters, except for the idea of becoming a writer in the Big Apple, just like Carrie Bradshaw, the main character. To make the story short, I realize there are other things we do have in common… Carrie goes to Paris for the wrong reasons with the wrong person and that city she thought was amazing ends up being a nightmare for her until she’s rescued for her Charming Prince (Mr. Big), as he says: The One. So here I am, a little emotional for everything happening in these last 2 episodes and projecting my own story in my mind while watching this fiction one.

A couple of years ago I planned a trip to Paris, to be with somebody that didn’t really want to be with me… As it might happen to anybody, I thought I was doing the right by giving my heart to someone I barely knew just with the hope, as a declared romantic, that this could be the love at first sight every female protagonist has in comedies. At the end of this whole mess, I ended up going by myself, to rediscover myself or in Carrie’s words: ‘To be clear who I am’. I found myself alone on a very special time of the year, where everyone needs to be with anyone, just to prove that I was stronger than my own limits; there were tears of course, of disappointment, disillusion and frustration. Lucky me, I learned the lesson and moved on… and in the process I found the one…

Another trip to Paris, just this time the Paris I always wanted, full of laughs, lights, romance, love. Same dates of the year, different person called.

It took me some time to realize what I wanted for life, and for most of the things I’m still searching except for love. In that rediscovering process, I opened my eyes and saw a friend, very good friend, who was giving me constant support despite the distance separating us, someone that didn’t require to know me so much to understand my needs and respect me for who I am, love me for that, and who wasn’t scared of joining me in a new adventure, the adventure of LOVE…And on top of every thing giving me what I was looking for: ‘love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love’.



It takes a while to find it, but once you're there, you will never want to leave, The Paris I always dreamed about...No matter what happen in our lives, don't give up cuz we’ll always have Paris!