This is officially my 100th post – Cue the fireworks and free bottles of champagne! Yaaaahoooooooweeeee! (I’m totally ignoring the fact that this being only my 100th post in about a year means I really need to try harder to post more often. But who wants to rain on their own champagne infused parade? Let’s…
It’s probably a gross understatement to say that I’ve learned a few things since starting a life abroad just a year ago. It’s actually more like I’ve had to rewire my brain to understand a foreign language, automatically dodge dog poo and maneuver a granny cart full of spaghetti sauce up 4 flights of stairs. It’s…
Exactly one year ago today I said a (very) tearful goodbye to family and friends and then hopped on a plane to France, ready to live out a 2 year adventure in the City of Light. Actually, before the plane part we drove around like maniacal Amazing Race contestants in a borrowed minivan, desperately seeking…
So I don’t usually condone day-drinking. It gives you a headache, ruins you for any evening activities, and can often make you seem like a sad lush. But as I’ve nearly reached the ripe old age of 31, I feel as though I can confidently steer my younger readers toward what I think are the…
I know what you’re thinking: I’ve skipped ahead to Thanksgiving and totally missed the upcoming Halloween festivities! What the hell?! Well, they don’t celebrate Halloween here in France, so I really don’t have anything to report on that front. In fact I’m going to Bordeaux for the holiday, and I plan on dressing up as…
1. Commence le pique-nique, preferably 3 hours before fireworks. 2. Eat. 3. Wait. 4. Worry about clouds. 5. Relax. 6. Get ready. 7. Cover your ears. 8. Fall in love with Paris all over again. fireworkslessonspicnics
Yes, that is a Sephora box you see there. Of course I still hate them, but it just so happens that they’re the only people who carry my most favorite shampoo, so I have to cross the picket line every now and then in the name of good hair. Good hair that I almost lost…
Oh my. I have been gone from the interwebs for far too long. But there was the trip back home, and then a long trip back to Paris. And then a few groggy days of jet lag mixed with homesickness, topped with wintery cold mid-May weather. It was a dangerous melange that I attempted to…
It’s a well known fact that I have just a smidge of my mom’s type A personality. So of course I approach my tour guiding duties here in Paris with a certain level of intensity, unloading facts and tidbits and trivia on my guests at every turn. I figure a little context goes a long way,…
Ten points to anyone who can place that quote. Twenty points if the absurdity of this French textbook title made you giggle. Fifty points and all my life’s possessions if you can engineer micro-chip to be placed directly into my brain so I will never have to open such a textbook ever again. You see,…
Unlikely Diplomat 