Paris holds a special place in my heart.
I know I’m not alone. I remember when my mom brought home a rental of “La Vie en Rose” when I was in high school. It was about Edith Piaf, a singer whose music my dad tried getting me into to learn French when I was a kid. I didn’t “get it” until I watched the movie. Her voice was the voice of Paris, sometimes somber, sometimes bursting at the seams with joy, and sometimes shamelessly frail. I knew I needed to learn French and thought that maybe, one day, I could even travel from my little town in Washington to France.
Little did I know that French was the one subject in college that would never let me down. Little did I know that I’d be lucky enough to visit France and study there. Little did I know that I’d visit Edith Piaf’s tomb twice, in 2011 and 2014. Her tomb was the only tomb I’ve ever felt connected to. Tonight, although I’m celebrating my 15 months of Peace Corps service in Nicaragua, my mind and heart are in Paris right now. Stay safe, everyone.