I couldn’t remember exactly when I started dreaming of Paris but it must have been those literary geniuses who sparked my longing to visit this country at least once in my life. When I finally had the chance of fulfilling this dream, I looked back to the days when I first heard of this European city.
During English or history classes in elementary, Paris has been one of the many subjects. But the memory that really inked this place on my mind was Edgar Allan Poe’s The Murders in Rue Morgue. Also in high school, we were tasked to read “The Little Prince” of the Parisian author Antoine de Saint Exupery and that of course entailed a lot of researching about the author and his background. One time in college, I chanced upon the movie Sabrina that speaks of lovely tales about Paris, told by a lovelorn lady who tried to escape her feelings for a man she thought she could never have. There has been a lot more instances where I heard and read about Paris, most of them I have already forgotten. But the desire to go there has been burning in my heart since.
Paris has always been in my mind, especially the sparkling bright lights of the Eiffel Tower and the stories about romance and romantic getaways in this city. To be honest, I don’t know so much about Paris except for the image of the Eiffel Tower and the city’s perennial association to love.
I remember one time, while curled in bed with a former lover, I told him about my plans of going to Paris. He asked why and how would I do that and what will I do there? I couldn’t come up with a rational answer. Instead I said: “I don’t know, but I will!”
I was barely out of college that time and struggling to make a good impression in my budding broadcasting career. I was trying to make ends meet, supporting my sister who was entering college and myself and trying to make a clear direction for my life. There is no way I could afford a ticket with the salary I have at that time or even if I work my ass off all my life.
With no family or friends in any European city and without interest in dating a European guy, Paris was only a distant dream but I know in my heart that one day, I will.
Three years after that, I was finally able to fulfill my dream, and he was the first person to whom I broke the news. I am still not rich but with just enough money to make life comfortable for my family. Destiny had some surprises too and led me to the arms of a handsome young man who gifted me with one of my biggest dream.
In the next entries, I will be posting my weekend trip to Paris and how it sealed my love for traveling and all the good things in life.