I’m moving to India in less than a week. Yep, there’s been a whole time/space warp thing happening around here. One second I’m hitting playgrounds in Vienna, and then BOOM. Flying 14 hours to New Delhi. And that guy up there in the photo? That’s actually me, freaking out about taking a 14…
It’s official: the baby human hitherto known here as “le bébé” shall now be referred to as “the babe.” Why? Well, I need to slowly let go of Paris. I’m not going back. I’m not French. And I’ll be damned if I go all Madonna and adopt a foreign accent when we all know I’m…
Just to give you an idea of just how much reverse culture shock I’m in for over the next couple weeks, let me describe my morning: I woke up with le bébé and instead of feeding her under 12 foot moulded ceilings in front of a marble fire place, I fed her while sitting in…
