Paris so far

This is our tiny little hotel room. When we arrived in the lobby, we were greeted by stark minimalist decor. Lots of dark purple velvet and mirrors. The hotel rooms are spread out amongst several smaller buildings(we are in the Eiffel Building)that are all connected by a charming Parisian courtyard. Once we opened our room door however, we realized that the decor exists ONLY IN THE LOBBY. Our room kind of reminds us of our house in Saratoga. But somehow it doesn't bother me. Nothing is bothering me. I love this city.
Our theatre is fucking enormous! Sorry, there is no other way to put it. It literally could contain all of Lincoln Center. Not just State Theatre, all of it! On our first day exploring, we stopped by it to look around and were stunned by just the size of our poster out front.
Day 1: French Laundry
This is doesn't show 1/100th of the size of the backstage area. Just like the Met, you could have multiple full size stage sets set up to be moved on stage in one piece. It is incredible.
We are located in sort of the Hell's Kitchen of Paris. Every one's young and hip and there's a lot of punks hanging around the theatre. I keep seeing these posters and love them. It's one of the few things that I've seen written in English which I find quite telling.

Good bye Copenhagen, Bonjour Paris.

My writings have been limited because my work load has been filled. However, we have arrived in Paris and needless to say, my "Petite Krohn" is quite taken with this city. We may never leave. And if what I hear about John McCain rising in the polls is correct, maybe you all should come and join us. Our hotel has a internet charge of 30 euros. I refuse to pay this, so my post will be rather spread out but I'll do my best to find some free wifi zones around the area. We miss you all. 

This is the candy stand right outside of our stage door. Any one who knows about my sweet tooth will realize that I will be returning home with a lovely case of diabetes.
The little China village in Tivoli that we walk through every morning.

Sorry I've haven't written in a few days, but I did post a video, so that must count for something. We both have been busy little bees recently so I haven't been around this hotel room that much to write. Things are going well. Rebecca is almost over her cold and I'm sure the house keeping staff is happy to be picking up fewer tissues from her bedside table. All of our performances have been great for the most part. We're both feeling pretty jet-lagged but a few extra naps here and there are getting us through the day. I promise some more pictures of the city as soon as I get some free time to see it. 

Tivoli Welcome Wagon

Free Day

"Optional" company class
Rebecca at lunch
A street...
A building...

Today is our free day. Although they added another "optional" class for us today, the rest of the day is ours. After having a large group dinner last night we opted to take today for ourselves. We pretty much just strolled around with no destination and enjoyed our surroundings. Copenhagen seems to run as smoothly as any city I've ever been to. I think that there's a lot to be said for a culture that refuses to J-Walk. I think when everyone is doing as they should, not much will go wrong and then you can just enjoy where you are at the moment instead of stressing about the next. All cities need to become much more bike friendly. NYC is about as unwelcoming to a bicyclist as one could get. Here, all of the streets have large bike lanes and separate street signs. There are even free bikes for tourists that have maps on the handlebars. Aside from looking like a tourist, you feel like a native.

First Day in Copenhagen

We arrived at JFK around 1pm for a 4:30 flight. That's a lot of time to kill, and a lot of airport food to eat. Our flights were  pretty smooth aside from Rebecca manifesting the cold from hell. I think she's just allergic to flying since I think I remember her getting sick on the way to London. I got the "jimmy-legs" on the flight to Paris, but with a free seat next to me for the second leg of the journey, I could finally spread out and get some sleep.
Tivoli Gardens it the amusement park that we perform at here. There is a band of cute little soldier boys that would usually always meet us at the airport to welcome us with a song. Sadly they were missing this year, and as disappointed as we all were, we figured it must be because we were split in to three flights. But then as we pulled up to the front of our hotel, there they were, drums out and fifes wailing. It kind of makes you feel like a celebrity and that really doesn't feel that bad.
Since we arrived so early none of our rooms were ready for us. But the hotel provided us with a breakfast buffet while we waited a few hours. I needed some fresh air after all of that time couped up on a plane, so Rebecca and I went out for a little stroll in to town. I love this city. I feel so at home. It helps to have been here a few times before, but I have loved this place since my first trip. I'll tell you why later.

Our Favorite Place

For years Rebecca and I have been routinely going down to Anguilla during our layoffs for some sun and sand. Anguilla is paradise. On our first vacation years ago, we realized that we are perfectly matched in our expectations for a vacation. Neither of us want to stay in a big resort with other Americans. We definitely don't want to be around children. And we like things to be a little on the rustic side. Anguilla was a perfect fit. 

She's a tiny island two hundred miles southeast of Puerto Rico. She boast some of the most beautiful white sand beaches in the world. The locals are  wonderful people. They work at a pace that would drive many New Yorkers crazy, but Rebecca and I just sit back, sip our rum punches and go with their flow. 

We love so much about this island, that to try to write about it would only trivialize it and come up short. To understand its power you must go.