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Saturday, February 2, 2013
A decision for a lifetime
I often wonder where I'd be if I hadn't made certain decisions in my life. From the perspective of age, I can look back and know for certain some turning points - events or decisions that took me off in another direction.
Forty-seven years ago today, I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time. I had made the decision to go to France to study for the second semester of my junior year (I use the word "study" lightly, as I ended up making my worst grades ever). At that time, it was not cool (outdated word) to go to Vanderbilt-in-France. I had been caught up in the sorority-fraternity scene and considered myself in the "in" group (my opinion only).
At any rate, one fall day when I must have been feeling bold, I signed up to go to Aix-en-Provence in the south of France. I had never been out of the country before and had taken only two years of college French. But, in high school, where we didn't even have a French teacher, I was already drawn by the thought of Paris.
So, on February 2, 1966, I walked out onto the Trocadero overlook and gazed at the Eiffel Tower. I was hooked. Every vacation since, I've wanted to go back to France. Even when we arrived in Aix-en-Provence a couple of days later and saw the huge plane trees clipped and bare, I was enchanted (by May, the leaves were back and the limbs stretched across Cours Mirabeau, the main street of Aix).
I loved everything about France. Yes, I'd heard all my life how they owed us for the Marshall Plan and treated tourists badly. But, I didn't care. I learned to love the French aesthetic - the stucco houses and tile and slate roofs, the painted shutters, the clipped hedges and vines covering walls. I liked the bustling markets and the the clothes in the windows.
I ended up, off and on, living in France for about two years. To this day, I still have friends I would never have known had I not made that initial leap. There are other decisions I made that did not turn out so well, but that's one I've never regretted.
Note: The photo is of Monet's house at Giverny, taken this past summer.
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