I travelled to Aix en Provence last weekend, and it amazes me how different the climate can be from one city to another here! I mean, in the NL when you travel from one end to another, basically you dress for the worst weather there is et voilà you are dressed appropriately! The weather is amazing there, traces of Summer so vivid like Fall never flirted with it. Here in Paris its cold and windy, but there the warmth of the sun kissed your skin unapologetically and I loved it.

Provence is a city that exudes the feeling of holiday, the atmosphere and the people so light that time stretches itself. You began to realize there is nothing else more important than this moment, you begin to take note of your breath. Breath by breath, moment by moment, everything seems so ridiculously dreamy.

I love how I can wake up in the morning, grab my book and spend the entire morning accompanied by a puny cup of espresso and a warm croissant.



I enjoyed getting completely lost when walking to this little hiking park. I adore the amazement I felt when I first saw the sea, surrounded by cliffs and little houses.





How I get to spend the afternoon sitting next to this beauty, with my leather bound journal and a pen.



I am beginning to fall in love with this country.

Life feels like a long holiday here, never before have I completely put my academic priorities second. I realized now how perfectionist I have always been in terms of my professional life, how excelling became a lifestyle. Perhaps it gave me a reason, the idea of making something out of my life. The idea that I am going somewhere, forward with every challenges.

I realize now there is another side of the story, and it is equally green. I cherish them, and I am more than grateful for the chance to stand on both sides of the fence.

First visit to Paris...

...is simply lovely.

The first time I saw la Tour Eiffel was when we walked from Champs-Elysée to Invalides. I could barely conceal my smile. From the first moment I saw it I fell in love with it. Je suis tombé en amour avec elle. I love how I get to see it from different points in Paris, it always looks different but always enchanting. We sat on this little park infront of it and from there you can direcly see the whole of Eiffel standing proudly, gallantly, silently, so large yet so close to you.

It was around 5pm so the sunlight was really soft. From the distant we heard children's laughter, little girls running around chasing each other with their little pigtailed hair bouncing up and down. Little voices screaming lightly in French, I didnt understand a word but I listened in delight. I sat there smiling and for once I realized I am in France.

I am excited.