Never sitting still

I'm composing this entry from Paris. See, that's the amazing thing about Europe. With the drop of a hat (and a few Euros), one can easily hop aboard a train and find himself in a distant city in only a few hours with the greatest of ease. Of course, to minimize the number of Euros lost requires a little preparation...

Strasbourg is proving to be quite the paradox. An ancient town with the newest of trams. A French city with a distinctly German flavor. A casual college town which stands as the Capital of Europe. A progressive city surrounded by the most conservative of hamlets. With every new day, Strasbourg continues to impress me with its headlong rush into a united Europe while steadfastly insisting on maintaining its Alsatian identity. It is this struggle between opposites that breathes the very life and passion into this city.

And with this in mind, I say... I can't imagine my life without having come to Strasbourg. While I may not live here or grow old in one of its cafés, Strasbourg has, in this short month since my arrival, had an indelible affect on me. Of course, I saw this as I sit in the 11th arrondissement of Paris listening to the motocylettes puttering by on the Boulevard Voltaire. Paris is a city unlike any other, but Strasbourg will always be in my heart... as the heart of Europe.