And P.S. I had to rewatch the Paris film and actually felt a bit sad about the fact that I'm here instead of there. How can you miss a place so much? What did make me smile? Reading about how badly I wanted my own European adventure and travel to France, Spain, and Italy and standing here six months later with that wish checked off my list.
Oh and speaking of languages, I'd like to say that I didn't completely forget all my French over the last 10 years and that my Italian kicked in quite nicely during our travels. It was such a joy to be surrounded by different languages and pick up new vocabulary just from walking down the street, listening to passersby, and reading signs. Being forced to speak French after such a long time flustered me in the beginning, but by the time we reached Rome, I chose to ask questions and gather info in Italian rather than resort to my native tongue. (Barcelona was obviously un pedazo de bizcocho.) Now I wish everything in NYC were also written in at least two foreign languages. Until that happens, I've signed up for a conversational Italian class so I can become more comfortable speaking it. God I hope I don't sound completely remedial tomorrow.