the most bizarre and amazing brain trick of all is a feature of conversation with fellow Anglophone expats, in which French seamlessly infiltrates English.
I have some advice for those who balk at the idea of cutting loose and voyaging to foreign lands with nothing but a backpack for company.
I travel alone a lot, and love it. But there are plusses and minuses to solo travel.
Affordable housing issues aside, there’s also a kind of unpredictability inherent to staying in many Airbnbs that I find annoying
New York City is the only place I ever miss like a person
I still commit one of the greatest climate-affecting sins: I fly.
My personal outdoor-exercise drug of choice: mountains.
Being an ocean away from so many of the people I love can be lonely and guilt-inducing, and I don’t know if I would have spent so much time here if it weren’t for Skype, Gmail, and Facebook, my tripartite magic portal.
Many Americans have a mental image of “French Life” that runs somewhere along these lines: smoking at outdoor café tables, bicycling alongside a river with a baguette under an arm, wearing scarves and generally looking “chic,” drinking wine while discussing culture and art. And of course, all of this takes place with the Eiffel Tower as backdrop,…
There is a choice of mindset at travel moments like this that divides checklist tourist from true traveler.