Surely the lazy will drown, and surely I have guzzled a few gallons.
Apologies...but a rediscovery and recreation of this blog site must become a priority.
My elaborate Manhattan entrance has now ushered me home, to the north side of Chicago,
but I managed to transport myself to Lima, Peru for a plethora of occasions.
*My cousin, Cristi Ros was marrying Florent on August 7th!
*All the French familila was in attendance in Peru (even those traveling from New Caledonia, off the coast of Australia)!
*Mi familia Peruano. My family. My lovely family. 4 years is a long time between visits.
*Machu Picchu was waiting!
*The FOOD! The FOOD, accompanied by exquisitely tuned French senses of aroma and flavor.
The FOOD, in the presence of Florent, a professional Parisian chef, skilled and studied, who knows food from FOOD.
*The awaited introduction of the representative of the German family to the Peruvian family.
One engagement ring to unite them all!
*Pisco Sours. Maracuya Sours. Pisco Sours!!
Chicago is glazed and beckoning. Juicy sunrise Farmer's Markets. Routine Bucks runs. Lincoln Square-ers bustle within German delicatessens. Children begin the essence of walking.
The crunchy bite of wind weaves the sandy leaves into my hair, and I am a memory in full stride on my Vondelstraat path from crumbling alleys of the Red Light District.
In full stride to the Musee D'Orsay, display macaroons on metal cooling racks in the corner cafe.
Full stride up the the heavens of the Alhambra; stride underneath the mammoth spider installations at the Gugg in Bilbao.
TODAY, I stride, and only scour the path at my toenails. Today, is all I have to give.
In my tomorrows, I ache to make this path all that the clouds are consumed by...
namaste, m*tha f*ckas. . . let us stride on.
