(c) Jorge Albarracin I love planning. And lately, I’ve needed motivation to get out of my apartment, so I’ve compiled some themed Paris walking tours. Though I’ve done most everything included, it never hurts to revisit Paris’ beautiful sites. And by sharing them, hopefully others can enjoy them as well!...
Le Mont Saint-Michel You may have noticed that I haven’t blogged in a long while, and that I’ve more or less fallen off the face of the social media world. Others certainly have. I pride myself on having honest friends, the kind that aren’t afraid to call me out on...
A Parisienne patisserie, where sweets are taken seriously. I’m watching “Julie and Julia” and smiling through the entire movie. When I get back to Boston in January, and have access to a full kitchen and grocery delivery service, I want to invoke Sunday as my domestic day. Cleaning and cooking....
Paris street fashion. Source: estilovesyourstyle.com Almost finished with Orientation. Between mini seminars on safety and the science of dating in Paris, I’ve been watching people. I found this comical and chauvinist blog online that lists the “100 Red Flags,” traits in potential girlfriends that the boys should avoid. Red flag...
As I write, I’m picnicking on the Champs de Mars. I feel like something out of a novel–sunbathing with my computer, wine, and some yummy tapas. I actually cut up an apple, smothered the slices in stinky French cheese, and then wrapped them in proscutto. If that doesn’t make me...
I always travel in cowboy boots. They don’t pack well, are great for navigating TSA, and I secretly love the little clack-clack noise the make on the airport floor… My cowboy boots are currently sitting by my front door, next to a suitcase, a backpack, a (very full) purse, and...
Don’t let the smile deceive you; I felt like death. This is just a little update to say that I finished America’s Finest City Half Marathon on Sunday, August 19! Another bucket list item knocked off, kachingggg. Yes, I crossed the finish line, and it wasn’t in an ambulance like...
My mother has lots of little sayings, Anne-isms if you will: The answer’s always yes as long as it makes sense; You can do anything you set your mind to; Never have more children than you have hands. Usually, they’re pretty useful mantras to go by. Lately, she’s adopted a...
Dear ex-boyfriend, Hello, long time no see. Or talk. Or text. It’s certainly been a while. And occasionally, I check in (and by that I mean Internet stalk) to see how things are going. Sometimes it’s difficult because for some reason (I hurt you; you’re wife hates me), you’ve blocked...
Lovers write their names on locks. Paris, 2010. I’m moving to Paris. The reality of that hits me every morning. Up until now, it’s been a fact, and I haven’t really tied any emotions to the statement; I’ve just planned and made lists and bought converters and phone SIM cards....