Brooklyn

I have been trying to extend my traveling beyond the east coast. But with limited days off, there is only so many places a girl on the budget in the northeast can go! Then I thought, why not go on vacation in Brooklyn? My aunt thought I was crazy, but I’d never been: if Miranda Hobbes is good enough for Brooklyn, so am I.

First on the agenda: eat chocolate. Simple enough, right? After arriving in the adorable Park Slope neighborhood, my hostess and I went out for dessert! Only the closest of female friends can go out for dessert, split something, and still feel confident in our sexualities. The Chocolate Room is one of those sweet New York restaurants that fit so much ambiance into a tiny little room. Not to mention, delicious.

The next day we scooped up some baked goods at Blue Sky bakery (yet another adorable, delicious, only-in-new-york-atmosphere-y place), and off we went to the market at Grand Army plaza. Let me just say that I could not stop staring at…everyone. Is it because I live in the suburbs? I saw a woman…with a full grown Santa beard…buying apples.

Strange clientele at the market did not distract from the beautiful fall day in Prospect park. We walked and hung out in the sun for a while before we realized that it was time to fulfill our cheese destiny. That’s right. Brooklyn Larder - THE cheese store in Brooklyn. Not only did they have Chaorce, one of my favorite cheeses ever, but they let us try as much as we wanted, and gave us adorable little pitches each time, like, “this is gruyere’s sassy little sister”. The sales people there study cheese in college ! This is not a joke.

Saturday ended with a visit to Williamsburg, the “hipster” part of town. I wasn’t too intimidated by said “hipsters”, although I did wear my “JLo” look to offset any feeling of displacement (the Bronx is close enough!). Plus I got a kick out of my favorite couple wearing the same outfit…”by accident”.

Have you been to Brooklyn? Did you love it as much as I did?

Friendz.

So I’m still not in France. What gives? I’ve been wearing my scarves around town, drinking expresso and talking to myself in French but nothing seems to change. I started a 9-5  job, live at home, and my dreams of countryside living become more and more distant.

What I have found so interesting during my transition back to the states is friendships. The best friends I had before I went to France are still my best friends. We may not talk everyday, every week, or even every month. But when we see each other, it’s like no time has passed at all.

This is completly opposite of the French way. In France, friendship is like a prestigious elementary school club where you have to wear friendship bracelets and become blood brothers before engaging in any kind of serious relations. If you don’t hear from your friend after two weeks, something is up. Live on the other side of the world? Doesn’t matter. Your friends are like your brothers and sisters.

I have more friends than the average French person – but are they superficial relationships? How many friends does the average person need or have? Can you be close friends with someone that lives on the other side of the world?

While I am transitioning, I came to realize that I don’t know what system is better. What I do know is that there is no better therapy than a night out with your friends, and that there is a little French wanna be is still dreaming away in philadelphia.