Once upon a time I wrote ads (à la Mad Men, with less liquor) in Washington, DC. Then my husband convinced me to move to Paris. And when I say convinced, I mean he said, “my job is moving us to Paris.” Obviously the only acceptable response in that situation is to concur wholeheartedly.
Two years of sipping champagne and 2 babies later, we’re off again for more international misadventures in the land of snow and schnitzel. That’s right, I don’t speak any German and I now call Vienna, Austria home. This should make for some amazing blog material. Enjoy!