smatherings

Its late and my mind is scattered.
I'm not sure where to begin.  This has simultaneously happened so fast yet dragged on so slowly its hard to believe the Eiffel Tower is outside my window, but last time I checked its still there.  I've been quite sick since the miserable plane ride (miserable only because I felt awful), and today is the first day i've felt remotely healthy, although I still suffer from a hacking cough which seems to be deteriorating again as i write this.

So, invariably, I've not been particularly able to take everything with the sentiment and clarity I would prefer, but that's ok.  Things have really just started, so it's hard to judge how I'm feeling.  Kind of blank, actually - but happy.  So here is my scattered stream of thought because I'm too tired to put this in proper order (but stay tuned for next time).

love that i can turn any corner any be astounded with some random albeit beautiful creation or work made at the whim of some fantastical king, scholar, poet, architect...

why cant americans just simply BE, outside a cafe, on the steps, at the square chatting, talking, watching...BEING. this is completely and utterly lost in our culture. I really wish my french was not next to useless as i have trouble communicating with 5 year-olds but i guess why thats why im living in Paris for a year
I cannot wait to find my permanent flat/house/room whatever it may be... and a bike... and also to be healthy and un-jet-lagged.

This city will teach me a thing or 2 about self-discipline via budgeting,

More sensible updates coming soon

Why We Write

A pilgramage is ones journey to their spiritual center. It involeves taking the long path there and letting the road change and humble you along the way. The trip its self is supposed to spirtually and emotionaly prepare you for meeting your most sacred destination.

Our pilgrimage will involve traveling to the destination at the center of the universe that is in every persons heart. That center is perfectly interconnected with every raindrop, blade of grass and graffite taged sidewalk, and bumbling college student on this planet- including you.

While we are studying abroad in order to travel, have fun, meet amazing people, experience crazy adventures and stumble through the akwardness of a foregin langage, we are also going in order to push ourselves and see what we are capable of- not for personal gain or goals but to better understand all people and see what humanity is capable of.

This blog is called Three Pilgrams becuase as we each delve deeper into our own journey we will find that our pilgrimage is to the center of our true selves. In time we will find that our "true selves" will look nothing like the personalities or persona's we have spent years constructing, reinforcing and believing and a lot more like the faces of people walking down the street.

Our planes leave soon, our nerves are wracked but we're stoked and we hope you are too. Thank you to everyone who has loved, supported and helped us along the way and also thank you to everyone who also kicked our butts when we needed it.

"We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned in order to have the life that is waiting us us."
- E.M. Forester