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Crêpes: like pancakes, but for every meal!

One of my favorite traditions growing up was crêpes on Mardi Gras. My mom would make a big batch of crêpes and we would eat them for both dinner and dessert. My mom liked ratatouille and crème fraîche in her crêpes, while I preferred ham and cheese....
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How not to meet creeps in London

Twenty-Something Travel was one of the first travel blogs I discovered--and wondered why the heck didn't I think of that? Needless to say, I'm a big fan of the site and its message and I jumped at the chance to guest post for Twenty-Something Travel...
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You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Well, I've run into my first hiccup in France. My dearest MacBook Pro broke last Wednesday morning--the screen won't turn on. No luck with any of the troubleshooting tips, so I had to to take it into a "certified Apple reseller" shop. Believe me,...
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The pre-marriage bucket list

A big reason I decided to make the leap and move to Nice was my newly single status. No one to feel guilty about leaving behind, no relationship to maintain while pursuing my own dreams. I was inspired to create a "pre-marriage bucket list" by this...
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The simple life, sans technology

As I sit staring out my window at the hills rising above the old yellow buildings with faded turquoise shutters, I realize that this perhaps the same view that inspired the paintings of Picasso and Cezanne. I glance down at the tiny café at street...
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Nice makes me smile with my heart

I’m positive I was instantly pegged as an American today because of the perma-smile on my face. While the near-perfect weather and brilliant sunshine put everyone in a good mood, I had a few more reasons to be très contente. First of all, I have...
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The view from my window

It's not hard to wake up smiling with a view like this. Certainly, there are better views in the city: perhaps one that looks out over the Mediterranean, or an open plaza in Old Nice. However, this is a dramatic improvement over the tiny courtyard in...
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And this, my dear, is what they call an adventure

I have safely, and happily, arrived in Nice. It took about 45 hours in transit, including three planes and four trains, but I made it! My bags, however, are still in Frankfurt. Once my clothes and plug converter arrives, I will have no...
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Catch you later, California

For the next 24 hours or so, I'll be inching my way closer to Nice, France (via Chicago and Frankfurt). I can't wait to write (and share photos!) when I finally arrive--but keep an eye on my Twitter for updates from the road. Or airport....
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There’s no place like home

Leaving home is a bittersweet thing.  I love Northern California: boiling summers in Sacramento, playing the tourist in San Francisco, living down the street from the most famous start-up Internet companies in the world. Yet I'm looking forward to...
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