London is Actually Paris and New York is Actually New Zealand

I remember my first visit to Paris. I was 21, and hadmore about how expensive the train is. Either way,
dropped out of college two years prior, caught in aeight hours later I was touching down in Paris.
spiraling travel addiction. It all began at age 16; myI was, strangely, not entirely looking forward to this trip. I
parents let me go visit Argentina one summer, and Ihad imagined a long weekend of crashing on friends'
was bitten by the travel bug. I saved up all my moneytiny couches in Oxford. Instead one of my friend's
in high school so as to have a blowout, gap-year tripmother was there, and I was crashing in a $500 euro
upon my graduation from the drudgery of teenagenight super fancy hotel. Knowing the wealthy, as it
education. I didn't tell my parents, but that summer afterturns out, does have some privileges. Still, this wasn't
graduation I secretly deferred from Columbiathe nonstop lager and zinfandel booze cruise through
University, bought a one-way ticket to New Zealand,Oxford I had planned. Instead, we saw the usual sights,
and told them a mere week before I left. My fatherthe Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, got into
nearly had a coronary, and my mother just shook herexpensive jazz clubs, and went to fantastic bakeries.
head sadly. I was pretty much out of their lives for theI've never been much the city girl, and a lot of the
next five years; it took us that much time to makepeople on the Metro were exceedingly rude, but even
peace with each other.so, I was remarkably impressed by Paris. My only
My nearly year-long trip to New Zealand thoroughlyregret is that I had the time to take some day trips
spoiled me. I had the time of my life, but that is forfrom Paris, and gotten out of the city.
another time. When I finally showed up for school theSo what is the moral of this story, boys and girls?
next year, my heart wasn't in it. I survived a year, andTravel can take you many places, and they are
then left directly from JFK airport for Dar Es Salaam. Ialmost always unexpected. I never understood the
vanished for the entire summer, and somewhere alongpeople who try and plan every last aspect of their trip.
the line ended up in Providence, Rhode Island, workingThe whole point of travel is to embrace the
at an independent bookstore. It was a strange time inunexpected! I had never planned to go to Paris. I
my life; it is always funny how things turn out.thought it too chic and touristy. Yet I ended up having a
However, Paris is the topic in question. I still had somefantastic time in all the finest places with all the finest
close friends from my disastrous first year at thepeople, complete with the finest free accommodation!
University. I knew from email communication that twoIn hindsight, the trip was definitely more edifying than
of them were studying abroad at Oxford that term.slurping down low-grade wine at the local pub in
One week, sitting in my dingy, moldy, shag-carpetedOxford.
Providence apartment, listening to the neighborhoodBut this is not just about Paris. On a deeper level, sure,
children fornicating in the adjacent park, I realized that II was addicted to travel. At one point I thought it had
had enough liquid cash to buy that plane ticket to thedestroyed my life. I dropped out of university for a total
United Kingdom. Due to a no-longer rememberedof four years to work low-paying jobs and blow the
holiday, I was able to take a four day weekend withmoney on weekends to Canada. Yet in the end I
only one day off work. I went ahead and bought thereturned with a newfound appreciation for education
ticket, figuring that it would be a fantastic surprise forthat was reflected in my stellar grades. Employers
my friends. I would tell them when I arrived in Heathgenerally been extremely receptive to the experience
Row, or such was the plan.I've gained through my travels, and they like that I'm not
Upon my touchdown at Heath Row, I alerted mya cookie cutter candidate. As in all things, yes, travel
friends to my presence.....only to discover that they hadhas to be done in moderation. But never say never,
decided to spend the long weekend in Paris. Luckily,don't give up on your dreams, and sometimes, yes, do
intra-Europe flights are actually pretty cheap. It wassomething deliberately rash, stupid, and exhilarating. You
about the same price as taking the train from Heathnever know where it may take you.
Row into downtown London, but I suppose that says