Last year I was lucky enough to spend three whole months traveling. I nearly made it all the way around the world from Europe, to the Middle East, through the US and around South East Asia. I saw some wonderful places, met fascinating people, and got to celebrate a few milestones with good friends. I … Continue reading
Prolonged travel brings with it a myriad of new experiences, and some of the oddest ones seem to take place in the many security checkpoints of the world’s airports. In the intense heat of summer, I find wearing my hair piled up in a bun on the top of my head to be the most … Continue reading
I always like to get a window seat if I can. Not only so I can lean my head against the vibrating wall on long haul flights, but also for the view. A few years ago, I was flying somewhere from San Francisco, I forget where, and I happened to look out the window just … Continue reading
The great creaking travel machine that is my summer has gained some momentum and feels nearly up to speed. The Englishman and I returned to Nice from Corsica and then almost instantaneously boarded our next flight back to London to keep the Birthday celebrations going. The weather cooperated beautifully with our cautiously optimistic plans for a … Continue reading
The only word to describe Nice at the moment is: glorious. The summer is in full Mediterranean bloom and the weather is beyond perfect. The deep aqua sea is putting on its best sparkle for the hordes of visitors who stare in awe and the magic golden sunshine saturates every corner of the city until … Continue reading
The Englishman and I said our last goodbye over two months ago at the airport in San Francisco. Fittingly, we said hello again last week at the airport in Nice. The two of us have had countless rendezvous in airports all over the world: from Cairo, to Rome, to Tel Aviv, to London and Portland, … Continue reading
After 35 hours in transit I made it back to Nice and the city has welcomed me with glorious, bright, warm, sunny weather. Despite all of my traveling, I have yet to figure out how to pack light. This is a cause of great consternation for the Englishman, who manages to never bring more than … Continue reading
It feels like a long time since I’ve set foot on US soil. I have become used to stumbling through the little difficulties of living in a foreign country. Having to try three different ways of saying something before being understood has become second nature. I forgot how easy and comfortable it is to be … Continue reading
I left my empty apartment for the last time, and with my overstuffed (and overweight) suitcases in tow, I finally set off for the South of France. A cab ride, lots of excess baggage fees, a red eye, a few buses and 12 hours later, I arrived in Nice ready to start my new life. … Continue reading
“For rent: Beautiful 1 bedroom in Foggy Bottom.” I decided to move to The French Riviera on Tuesday June 28th and rented my apartment on Saturday July 2nd. The next call was to my boss: “I’m sorry to bother you on a Saturday, but I’ve decided to move to France.” I heard the words escaping … Continue reading
