|I'm not the only one who dashes across the street in high heels!|
I feel old. In fact, I feel really old. And my feet and back hurt, probably from sprinting across Place de la Concorde in high heels to avoid being late for a behind-the-scenes tour of Hermes on Monday. Rather than arriving on time, I surprised the receptionist by turning up one day too early. While I would like to blame my mistake on enthusiasm, it's because my brain is frazzled. I suspect that it has something to do with an overdose of social media and lack of sleep. Oblivious to the amount of time that I've been spending online, I was confronted with reality when Sylvia sent a text message inquiring if I was ill because she hadn't seen any tweets or activity on Facebook yesterday. Talk about a wake-up call!
Long gone are the days when I had to make an appointment with the overseas telephone operator in the Philippines to place a call to my mother in the United States. Perhaps that's another one of the reasons why I feel so old. I can remember the days before the internet made communication instantaneous and easy. When we lived in Indonesia, all of the parents with children at the international school were invited to attend a special meeting to educate us about a new fangled invention called the World Wide Web. With a series of slides and numerous handouts, the superintendent attempted to assuage our fears by assuring us that our children would only be allowed to use the internet in the school's library after they had received signed permission forms from us. Worried about this mysterious new technological innovation, I remember parents chatting after the meeting about the drastic impact that the internet might have on our children's education. What we didn't discuss is how it would change our lives.
When we learned that we were being transferred to Port of Spain, half a world away from where we lived in Indonesia, I was astounded by the amount of information that I could find by simply typing "Trinidad" in the search field. One thing led to another and before I knew it, my mind was in the West Indies while my body was still in Surabaya. Online newspapers kept me updated on the latest happenings while other websites taught me about foreign foods, like Callaloo, Buss-up-Shot and Bake and Shark, that I would encounter. I felt as if we had moved to a new land before I even set foot on the plane.
Fast forward to Paris where I'm blogging, tweeting and have recently ventured into what was previously my children's domain, Facebook. Ever since I discovered the flexibility of FB, I've been blogging less because I really like that FB allows me to post information about upcoming events in Paris and photo albums. If you haven't seen Out and About's page yet, please take a look. And best of all, you don't need to have a Facebook account to view it. It's how Stephane followed my progress while I rode in the Paris-Deauville Rally last week.
Click here to visit Out and About in Paris on Facebook.
On a completely different topic, Stephane and I will be making weekend trips to Bordeaux/Dordogne and Venice this month. Please let me know if you have any tips for places that we should visit, restaurants that we have to try and/or castles that we shouldn't miss.