Loading

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...
Continue reading...

Paris has gone to the birds

When I think of markets in Paris, I generally envision fresh fruits, huge rolls of cheese, pastries still warm to the touch. Maybe a few dead chickens hanging in the butcher's stand. Birds usually don't cross my mind. However, on my last trip...
Continue reading...

Worrying is like a Ferris wheel: you go around without really getting anywhere

As my departure date inches closer (countdown: three days left in the States), I seem to be hearing the same question over and over again: Are you nervous? Well...no. I'm moving to a beautiful beach for six months. The sun will be shining and I...
Continue reading...

Quiche: the fancy name for eggs and bacon pie

Apparently real men don't eat quiche. Typical. I feel like quiche is completely misunderstood by Americans. We assume that because it's French (fun fact: it actually originated in Germany), it must be snooty, difficult to cook or not enough to...
Continue reading...

Oh, the places you’ll go!

I'm a little bit torn about traveling in Europe while I'm in Nice. On one hand, I want to completely immerse myself in the French Riviera and create a life there (read: I have to make limited funds stretch for six months). I want to spend my free...
Continue reading...
1 248 249 250 251 252