
this is my first summer as a courier in paris. i knew everybody in france goes away on holiday in august, but i wasn't expecting it to be so, so quiet. i've done about 6 jobs today. luckily we have a fixed (basic) salary, otherwise money would be crap this month.
it's a bit like being on holiday myself, riding my bike around in paris, with very little traffic, enjoying the city, the sights, finding new spots (like this little park in friedland/balzac) and with some time to think, read and write.
i've just finished reading for the second time
"the immortal class". i love this book so much for some many reasons. the first time i read it i wasn't even working as a messenger. i remember dreaming of being a bicycle courier. i never had the chance when i lived in spain and then in england, but i knew it was what i wanted to do. it's always been my dream, since i was in school... i think. but for one reason or another i never got to do it.
until last october, when i decided to quit my job in england and move to paris with my girlfriend, and make my dream come true.
today (yesterday) i'm 39 and i'm happy:
living and working in panam, doing what i love, riding my bike for a living.