I’m Karin and I live in Paris. I’ve been blogging on various formats for closing in on five years, but this is my first WordPress blog with the specific function and purpose of documenting my life in Paris, one which started just over a year ago. I spent most of that past year being a neurotic, agoraphobic, anxiety-prone wreck, and really did not see much of Paris nor France, nor have I, for all intents and purposes, learned French.
What the hell am I doing here?
Yeah, I have asked myself that question a lot. LOL.
Four months ago, I stopped eating gluten. That’s quite the segue, but let me tie it into the above for you. Gluten intolerance, according to various websites on Celiac Disease and gluten intolerance, as well as Dr. Peter Green in his book Celiac Disease: A Hidden Epidemic, can lead to, amongst a myriad of other symptoms, depression and anxiety in part (it is suspected) due to essential nutrient deprivation to various systems in the body, including the neurological system.
With the help of a friend who had been researching Celiac and gluten intolerance for herself, I discovered that I fit a profile of people who could be Celiac but have not undergone the extensive testing to discover if it is an accurate diagosis. Filled with hope that I might experience positive change in my mind and mood, as well as a host of physical symptoms, I eliminated gluten, and also temporarily, yeast, sugar and dairy products from my diet.
The turnaround has been dramatic so far, and each and every day I experience greater healing and health, in both my body and my mind.
This self-diagnosis of gluten intolerance (and as soon as I am able to have testing to determine if it is Celiac, I will), as well as a visit to Paris by my son, which had the result of waking me up into what a marvelous city this is, has prompted me to begin an exploration of my environs. Through my “adventures,” as I like to call them, I realized that others who are traveling to or living in Paris, especially those following a gluten-free lifestyle, might benefit from reading about my adventures as well. Ergo, this WordPress blog.
I love to photograph this city as well, and the objective of my adventures is often to see what treasures I can capture with the lens of my fairly uncool and unprofessional Nikon Coolpix S200. I’ve begun uploading my photos to my Flickr account here:
What I am discovering is that it’s not the best camera in the world and has its limitations, but it does take good photos if one is aware of those limitations. (Editing software helps a lot, too.) And a good eye is a good eye, whether one has a limited point-and-shoot or the best DSLR in the world. Or at least I’d like to think so.
Why An Alien Parisienne?
According to The Free Dictionary, an “alien” is:
1. Owing political allegiance to another country or government; foreign: alien residents.
2. Belonging to, characteristic of, or constituting another and very different place, society, or person; strange.
3. Dissimilar, inconsistent, or opposed, as in nature: emotions alien to her temperament.
1. An unnaturalized foreign resident of a country. Also called noncitizen.
2. A person from another and very different family, people, or place.
3. A person who is not included in a group; an outsider.
4. A creature from outer space: a story about an invasion of aliens.
5. Ecology An organism, especially a plant or animal, that occurs in or is naturalized in a region to which it is not native.
A Parisienne (n.) is “A female native or resident of Paris.”
This is where I reside, but each definition above for “alien” very much fits my experience here on a cultural, social, linguistic, emotional, spiritual, and physical level.
So, An Alien Parisienne am I.
I hope to be back this coming week with some posts about places I have been exploring recently, as well as a beautiful lunch experience at a vegetarian, macrobiotic, and also gluten-free restaurant in the city.
Until then, over and out.