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My first journey or I should begin by saying, my first foray into the unknown. I began my journey, by flying through the skies of wonder & I had landed. Paris. A city brimming with endless veils of love & laughter. A city soaked with the strum of a violin & a proposal of love. I began my summit, by travelling, with the bricks of excitement building up inside of myself, by stepping forth into the wondrous land that was, Disneyland. As I first encountered the mouse, I was in peaceful bliss. I rode many attractions such as The Towers of Terror & Space Mountain. As I left with glee to coat my face, it was a magical beginning. Such as is the beauty of the pink castle & the thundering roar of the robotic dragon. I remember still when I had checked into my hotel. My eyes cooked up a sight, it was to behold. Mickey & Minnie had arrived to greet me, as if I was a old friend & I knew then, my heart had felt a shock that was of pleasure, never shock or sorrow. I had my first memory at Disneyland, but the joy was still to be felt at the tower, that stands as tall as the majesty of the Taj Mahal & the towering colossus of the Sphinx. The Effiel Tower. It stood erect, but I gazed at the tower & I began my descent. I remember distinctly, the sight as it stood, as if had taken the plunge from an aeroplane into the vastness of the world below. The beauty & the majestically crafted world that was Paris. It was glorious & I even had the lucky opportunity to lose my tooth, as I knew I could be getting a pound, the following morning. I had the ardor of partaking in such elation that was dabbling in the unmistakable revelling of the cuisine of Paris. The city had been known for the web of romance being tangled, but my web had been crafted. The taste of a delicately cooked & professionally prepared dish, such as the tenderly prepared fish & the scent of such aroma, was enough to engulf me in the rich & alluring food of such a country. I being a child of age 12, was overwhelmed as I had been when I had the news broken to me, that I was to be travelling on my first holiday ever & to the textbook definitive term of romance & passion, but to such a country, where it has been told that magic, comes not from a magician's wand or said top hat, but from the grandiose of such elegant sights. I still remember fondly the sight of seeing Goofy parade through the streets, the insidious look of the usher, taking me to the ride known as Twilight Zone, Tower Of Terror. He stood right there, his eyes as cold, as menacingly calculating as if I was locked upon the sight of Satan himself. I stood there, frozen with the utmost of consternation. I rode the tower & it had been brimming with that said insidious hatred, as if the souls had been awaken from eternal rest, to damnation. It has been approximately 10 years since I had the pleasure of visiting Paris, but as I write the passion from my heart, I write with such kindred spirits, because it is every word written from my heart of hearts. Paris is an experience & for me, it was my first ever & I know that if I ever had the opportunity to revisit the magic, I would without a first thought. Because what's a thought when I can have. An evening in Paris.