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GYPSY: (noun) One inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life. The first time I traveled alone I was 4. My mom pinned a note to my dress then put me on a plane from Atlanta to L.A. to visit my dad for the summer. That must have marked the beginning of my insatiable wanderlust because I can't seem to get enough of running away from home. In the mean time, I've spent my life between a career in the media and years in the hospitality industry. My independence has kept me single but that's a part of life when your first love is travel. I've been robbed in Australia and slept on a park bench in Amsterdam, but at the end of the day, I was on the road and that's where I'm most at home.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Gay Pareeee...



VIEW FROM THE SACRE COEUR

In Paris after a bit of a long bus journey from London. I'm finally aboard the Busabout express and it's pretty cool. We took this massive ferry from Dover (yes they have white cliffs) and cross the Channel arriving in Paris around 5 p.m. Sunday night. I ended up meeting not one, not two but FIVE Americans and have been hanging out at their apartment ever since. It's right behind the Sacre Coeur at the top of Monmartre and have having a better time than I anticipated. I'm in an internet cafe at the moment and the minutes are ticking away but I will try to write more tomorrow after I arrive in Bruges. Suffice to say I had a little dancing incident at the top of the stairs leading up to the cathedral and am kind of sore but it's cool, I'll heal just in time for Bruges where I plan to chill, eat cheese, ride a bike and read. I'll have more time to post my Paris adventures, but I did get a picture of the chicken by Jim Morrison's grave! Off to the Eiffel Tower to eat bread and cheese and drink cheap red wine with my new friends Andy from Oregon, Julian from Texas and Maisy from Scotland. LATERS!

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