why travel?

Eiffel Tower, Paris

Because long after your return, you are filled with an awe-inspiring sense that the world is your oyster and ripe for the picking.

Got back from France last Sunday, with lots of stories to tell pictures of food to share. (More on that soon.) Walking around sunny, snow-covered Brooklyn today, nothing in my immediate frame of reference was different than usual. Yet I was overcome with a giddiness I haven’t felt since eighth grade when I started reading non-fiction and realized the entire universe was at my disposal through books.

Once it’s been cracked open a bit, even when life goes back to normal there’s a magic to it. I’m seeing possibility everywhere, and it’s totally intoxicating. I love this feeling – let’s see how long I can make it last!

all the links


I’ve again neglected to post my many recent clippings from the World Wide Web in a timely fashion. But now I have a veritable cornucopia to share. Enjoy!

What the world will speak in 2015

8 ways to save on travel in 2015

David Lebovitz’ delightful end-of-year musings on life in Paris 

Why save a language?

Looks like I will feel right at home in Paris (thanks to Ann Marie for this one!)

Where to find multicultural Paris

Never thought I would be jealous of someone’s coma

This is exactly what I was talking about last week

Those lucky Luxembourgers

[Photo: Elvin]

that time my brain was like Apple’s spinning wheel of death

book retrieval

Last night I got a taste of how dumb it was to sign up for a Spring 2015 Spanish class on the heels of exclusively and intensely practicing French for a year. My Israeli cousin was in town with her four and a half year-old daughter. Even though I hadn’t spoken Hebrew in about a decade, I assumed it couldn’t be that hard to make conversation with a small child. I assumed wrong. Her vocabulary was way (way) bigger than mine, and every word that came out of my mouth was delayed by the process of first thinking it in French, then translating it back to English, then searching my brain like a Rolodex for the same word in Hebrew. And inexplicably, every time I wanted to say kayn (yes), si popped out instead.

Meanwhile, my cousin, who never spent more than a couple weeks at a time in an English-speaking country, is perfectly fluent in my mother tongue, because Israelis start learning English in second grade. When my brother, sister and I were little and used to visit our also-little cousins, we always returned to the States babbling in Hebrew. It was an equal playing field then – both sets of cousins picking up words from the other via immersion, both equally reliant on making ourselves understood through miming and the international language of child’s play. That kind of language acquisition is sometimes fun but more often frustrating, and I distinctly remember breathing a sigh of relief when the last of my cousins started second grade and the American kids could shift the weight of responsibility squarely onto the Israeli ones. From then on, English became the lingua franca between us. It wasn’t until many years later that I realized the unfortunate consequences of that youthful decision to throw in the towel. Namely, I’m limited in how close I can get with one full side of my family. And I feel like a child when everyone gets together and wants to speak Hebrew but begrudgingly defaults to English so I can follow along.

Everyone has their own method of self-motivation. For better or worse, shame and embarrassment is mine. Ranking lower than a kindergartner on the comprehensibility scale had me wondering whether it was not too late to somehow crowbar a year in an ulpan into my language learning plans.

But realistically, there’s only so much time for these things. And I’ve prioritized French and Spanish because the one is the foreign language I know best and the other is the foreign language that is most useful. Hebrew will have to wait. And after all, soon enough all my cousins’ kids will get to second grade…

[Photo: Richard Cawood]