Hemmingway was right


Tell us about the last thing you got excited about — butterflies-in-the-stomach, giggling, can’t-wait excited.

When it comes to travelling there’s no crazier person but me, I’m so weird that the idea of getting on a plane excites me more than shopping. Which twenty two year old gets excited by the idea of having to sit in one spot for a long period of time over shopping? 

The last time I got excited and acted like a five year old was this summer, I had to accompany little Lulu to her grandparents in Paris and then to Brittany with her cousins for a two week vacation on the beach.

Paris was love at first sight, you know that heart liquescent feeling when you see a drop dead gorgeous guy. The excitement was so intense that I didn’t sleep some nights, but stare out of the window and just gaze at the Eiffel and oh la la how magnificent it looked. Hemmingway was right to call it a moveable feast.

Belle isle in Brittany was serene and the lack of tourists inland brought out its virgin beauty gloriously.

Never in my life had I been this excited. Tell me, how would you feel when the parents of the kid you babysit ask you to be the sole caretaker of their five year old for three weeks, sends you off on a paid trip to Paris and Belle isle plus pay you handsomely at the end of the trip?

Firstly, I was honored to know that these parents think so highly of me, and feel comfortable to send their kid with me.

Secondly, although it was a tiring job being the parent, friend, and entertainer for a five year old and her cousins, I had fun, it definitely made me contemplate my idea on having kids one day.

If you were to ask, who was the most delighted and delirious during the trip?

You’ll have a tie between the five year old and the twenty two year old.


Author: romelga

Just an ordinary South Asian girl, living in Europe. I enjoy reading and love all forms of art. "You don't need to be talented to appreciate talent"

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