- Henry Miller
“You should travel while you’re still young,” the well-meaning and wiser adults told me. “It’ll be a lot harder once you’ve started you career.”
I heard (and still hear) those words countless times as a young person, and this blog stands as testament as to how much I took them to heart.
The question I ask myself now, after 28 countries, three languages, dozens of flights and more than a few travel-related illnesses, is not, “Was it all worth it?” but rather, “Was it smart?”
Read MoreA lot of travel bloggers write about how they have parents who don’t support their desire to travel or how their parents have never left the country. Fortunately I don’t have the same problem.
But I do have the problem of having parents who are way cooler than me.
And though my entire family is kind of travel-obsessed, (no really, most of them have set foot on every continent) I don’t think anyone is quite as adventurous as my dad.
Read MoreWhile I may not be the sportiest/most adventurous of bloggers, I am really into tennis and used to play varsity in high school. So when a family friend visiting Paris asked me, “Do you like tennis? How would you like my extra ticket to the French Open quarterfinals?” I actually had tears in my eyes.
Read MoreI headed to Vaux le Vicomte on a rainy Monday with my French host family, and if I were a Lonely Planet guide I would proclaim it to be, “The perfect day trip for those who tire of the crowds at Versailles and Giverny.” (Ahem, me.)
And while the château is opulently beautiful, its most interesting feature is its dark history.
Read MoreHey! Four photos in two weeks? Well… yeah. The weather’s been so good here that I’ve been less focused on photography and blogging and more focused on friends, sunshine and lots of other wonderful things.
The first three photos made me laugh though, because they truly do represent the trifecta of my France experience: partying in Paris, classic French grandmother food, and random-awesome-event-I-somehow-got-into.
Read MoreSpring is undeniably beautiful phenomenon, especially when you live in Paris. After the long, overcast winter the sun finally shines, the flowers burst open in color and the city-dwellers stroll Paris’ many parks feeling a little… lighter. As I learned this spring, there’s nothing like feeling sun on your face after enduring months of living under eternally overcast skies.
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