There are cool things happening in this city and around the world. Cool things that you might be missing.
The Atlanta Eye has opened to help you focus on the gold vein in the craggy rock. Oh, it’s there and it’s good. Have some. You know you want it…
Atlanta is a metro area ripe with strange, wonderful offerings. You can bask in a jeweled Korean Sauna, hike a mini Stone Mountain at Arabia or see an adult puppet show. Visit Buford highway for a tongue taco and have a French pastry made by Vietnamese bakers afterward. Or waver between heaven and hell with a $25 acupressure foot massage. (Ow, Ahhh, OW! Ahhh…)
I am a San Francisco native surprising the locals by enjoying life in Decatur (aka Berkeley meets Maybury).
Pre-blue city, I lived in a firehouse in the Haight~Ashbury, saw at least 200 concerts in the Bay Area, drove across the country alone in a decrepit 79 Toyota through the desert with no A/C to live in New Orleans. There I fell in love, moved to Germany to help open a Cajun restaurant, went white water rafting in Austria and moved home after I realized just saying the name of the street I lived on was torturous (Achtengracht Strasse). The states felt stale after my return, so I lived in France for a year, and although the adventure was unforgettable, I could not stay. Sadly, they have absorbed so much American culture, that it was like living at home with less money, better produce and a language barrier.
After shuffling about trying to figure it all out, I nearly gave up on love. What the gray-haired ladies say is true: it happens when you aren’t looking. I met my fabulous man at an ATM in San Francisco and returned to France to be married on 9-9-99. Before moving to Atlanta, I left my dream job as a tour guide at ScharffenBerger chocolate maker (R.I.P). My new job is more intense and wonderful than anything I’ve experienced: Mother.
I am looking for the next exciting thing as we speak. Talk to me…joi at joivie.com
Cheers~
