Paris has taught me many things about life, love, and dreams. One thing I never expected to encounter before going there on my first trip, were naysayers. These are people that suck the air out of your balloon, before you’ve even had time to tie it off.
As friends and family heard about our impending trip, we heard all sorts of comments. Let me list a few:
- Why in the world would you want to go there?
- The French are so rude.
- It’s way too expensive.
- You are crazy, go to Italy. Italy is so much better.
- Paris is dirty.
- Don’t order beef, or you will get horsemeat.
Why did people want to squash my dream, before I even put head to pillow? It was maddening!
My favorite was a well-meaning guy at church. He told me this long, drawn-out story about a friend that just returned from Paris. His friend had his wife and kids with him, and each day, it costs him $700 to feed a family of four!
Would I never experience Parisian cuisine??
Even on rare occasions when you could find it, 'to go'?
That night, my head was a calculator. If we spent only half that, our trip would be over in about 3 days! I planned to pack peanut-butter crackers, so we could make it.
Once it was all said and done, we went anyway. If there’s one thing I want to get across to my friends in blogland, is do not let others talk you out of your dreams. I have nothing against Italy, and I may go someday, but it was not “my” dream. Be true to yourself. I honestly feel God planted the dream in my heart, because of the profound impact it had on both Scott and I. Could this have happened in Asia? Africa? Australia?
Maybe...but I doubt it.
Paris is Paris, that's all there is to it. It is full of magic, mystery, and mystique. In my next post, we’ll at least get on the airplane, I promise!
Oh, by the way...at some point I will be giving money-saving travel tips. It can be done for way less than you think. And no, we never had to rely on peanut-butter crackers!