misadventure

We landed safely in Rhode Island this morning, and I am happy to say that I have, in this past year, out grown my fear of flying. This is a good thing. This is a very good thing. In fact, I would not have panicked at all had the landing not come out of nowhere and feel like we suddenly dropped out of the sky. The strange man next to me was reading my "Rolling Stone" over my shoulder and commented that "Rockstar" by Nickelback should have been higher on this list of 100 best songs than 100. "It was actually a GOOD song," he insisted.

I laughed uncomfortably and retrieved my personal items from under the seat in front of me.

We went to a French cafe in Providence for lunch. At the end of our meal this French waiter who reminded me of a French version of Domenico from "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila" came to our table with my mom's left overs wrapped in tin foil shaped like a dog. We started talking to him because the dog was absolutely adorable. He said he was from Paris and he married an American woman and came to the United States to be with her, but they want to go back to Paris.

My dad told him I want to go to Europe, and the French man said:

"Go. Let her go, and if she doesn't want to come back, let her stay. There is nothing wrong with this country. This is a wonderful country, but they only care about money. Go there, and you can just spend time with people building relationships with people for not a lot of money. Money is important, but other things are too. Go, promise me you'll go."

I think that little French man may have changed my life. Funny...how things start fitting together exactly when you need them to...

Peace