The Flight and First Day

I think I did it, finally overcome the fear of flying. No sweat, no trembling... just lots of reading, sleeping, and looking out the window. I flew on Virgin airlines for the first time, and boy did I like it. They all wear cute red outfits and mostly speak in with a British accent (being from London and all). the airplane felt very modern, individual TV's for each person. for someone who keeps the TV in the closet at home, I became obsessed as a captured audience. You can preprogram in TV shows without commercials (like Friends, Absolutely Fabulous, Sienfeld, and others I don't remember the names of).movies are an option too. They have 58 movies to choose from, good modern stuff like 8 mile and catch me if you can. if you don't want to watch TV, you could play video games or program in music. How is one expected to get sleep with all these entertainment options. OK , besides the cute accents and TV which I was obviously enamored with, they charmed me with their functionality: a cute little zip-up plastic bag with a toothbrush, mini-toothpaste, sleeping mask, and earplugs. I used them all that night on the plane, and foresee using them a lot in my future travels. I got off my beloved Virgin airlines in London and transferred to British Air (say boo hiss). They were very late, had bad outfits, and served ham and cheese sandwiches with a weird brown pickle spread (yuck). My beautiful friend Brisa met me at the airport with her cute sweet French boyfriend. I got a mini-tour of Paris while running errands. It was a nice warm temp, with a periodic heavy falling rain. I sat in the car, staring out the window at the old stone buildings and bright awing covered storefronts. Lots of the streets look like Market Street in San Francisco, dirty but charming. Then you look up from the storefronts, and those old buildings with iron railings and large windows that are open to the sounds and smells of the streets. Wow. The first night we went back to Brisa's place and caught up on life stories and new discoveries and the feeling of turning 30. We ate a huge plate with 6 different goat cheese, some of which were so ripe they were liquid. (Kimberly, don't be jealous). We spread these cheeses on two different baguettes from the local boulangerie. My favorite had flax seeds and a crispy crust that held in a perfectly moist center. to go with our cheese, we had a perfect Napa valley Chardonnay, proving to the French that Americans too make great wine. Believe it or not, I drank 5 glass of wine upon arrival in France!! (mild groggy-ness this morning). Finish my premiere French feasting with a plate of pastries. While talking about my upcoming trip to Paris, lots of people told me things to do and places to eat. I went to a Moroccan restaurant named 404 and had a plate of cous-cous bigger than a face. It was a great choice. on the way home at 1:30 in the morning, tons of places were still open, serving ice cream, coffee, sandwiches, and who knows what else. Lots of people cruising around on the streets, looking purposeful. This reminded me again that SF is such a sleepy city. Today, my first day in Paris, I woke up at a leisurely 11:00. I haven't done that in a year or so. I lounged around and got spoiled with white tea in bed and a plate of fruit. Breakfast at noon of toast with marmalade and cherry jam, or slices of tomato and olive tapenade. Yum. Now I am trying to get dressed in something from Brisašs closet, but am totally overwhelmed. She has the best since of fashion, reclaiming old vintage dressing, street finds, and lost thrift store relics, and making them hers. She alters them so they look modern-cool and tops it off with platform sandals of some type. I brought a school backpack with me, with nothing fancy to wear. I currently wearing a black knee length leather skirt with a cowgirl shirt. Who knows what I will leave the house in today.

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