Don’t ask me how or why, but from the time I was a small child, I just instinctively knew I would travel! And travel I did! I have been called a nomad, a wanderer, a globetrotter, etc., but I call myself lucky. Lucky because throughout the years, and throughout my travels, I have only met good and wonderful people.
I have lived in eight countries and traveled to over sixty on four continents. Very often I traveled alone; other times with family members, friends, or an acquaintance who happened to be going in the same direction I was headed.
There were occasions when I found myself in chateaux and villas, in luxury hotels and 5-star restaurants, but there were times as well when I found myself sleeping in a sleeping bag on the side of the road and wondering where my next meal was going to come from. If I liked a place, I would stay.
My life has been an adventure to say the least, and there was no place for a husband, nor a child. But don’t get me wrong, I have shared my life with a number of wonderful men, some who are still good friends of mine. As for children, I love children, but because of my bohemian lifestyle, I didn’t want to subject a child to that way of life; or become resentful of a child because I could no longer live the life I felt compelled to live. So I chose not to have any.
The place where I have lived the longest and love the most is Paris. I have carried on a love affair with Paris since the first time I arrived back in 1971. It was love at first sight! I am an artist, a musician, a writer, and a poet. I guess I can say I am also a blogger. It’s quite therapeutic to put your thoughts and opinions into words. So, to everyone….Cheers!