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.
Every time I go to London, I love it more.
For how long can I intelligently examine and criticize a place I’ve abandoned from the inherent safety and ignorance of distance?
The Cinque Terre secret is REALLY out.
It’s a good thing no one’s ever asked me to go undercover as a Frenchwoman, because I would immediately blow it.
Highlights from four days in Barcelona
Highlights from one week in Malta
Applying for the post of lectrice/lecteur