I have been dreaming of traveling through Europe lately. Running away in my mind to far off places, eating wonderful local cuisine and sleeping until I wake up. No alarms, no committments, no obligations. Just living and venturing about to learn new things, meet new people and find out more about myself.
This dream was fueled last night while I was watching Eat, Pray, Love. In the barber shop scene in Italy, Julia's friend starts ranting about how Americans don't know how to live or experience joy. How we work too hard, stay up too late and feel guilty when we [try to] relax or vacation. When we do take a much deserved moment for ourselves, we are so exhausted we stay home in our pjs, living on the sofa, glued to the television.
The screenwriter could have just inserted my name in those lines because I am the epitome of that American. And I don't like it. So I'm going to change. Right now. Or... right after I stop reading this great blog about living abroad in France, get off the sofa and change out of my sweats.