In life, there are moments. Sometimes you know they're moments, sometimes you forget they're moments. Sometimes you try to transmit these moment to other people, and the entire meaning is lost.
Last night, Eleni and I decided that the best strategy for studying would be to stay up until 2:00am gossiping and then start "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." Needless to say, it turned into a late night.
Part of the reason for our late-night rendezvous was that today is the Greek Orthodox Easter. So at midnight, we all broke eggs and said something to each other in Greek. Great fun. As I have one of the few internet connections here in Brahams, Eleni wanted to take a break from the movie at 2:30 to listen to the midnight Easter celebrations on Greek radio in my room.
So here we are. I had just come back from one of my frequent trips to the toilet, and Eleni is standing in my room with a candle and singing in Greek. She tells me all about the wonderful celebrations that are happening back home, and she shares her holiday moment with me. It reminds me of the family traditions we have, and makes me feel closer to my home and hers.
This was a moment.
My entire Paris experience in July 1999 can also be summed up by such a moment. Steve, Nathalie and I had been wandering the city all evening, strolling along the Seine, walking past the Louvre and Eiffel Tower, and exploring the Marais. We found our way to the steps of the Sacre Couer shortly before midnight. So there we sat, my new friends, sharing a beautiful time. From the steps, you could see all of Paris laid out in lights, sparkling in the summer night. There was a small group near us playing a guitar and singing Peter, Paul and Mary. I can't explain it, but the moment gave me shivers.
Cherish the moments.
Flown by mariposa at 02:44 PM on May 01, 2005
