The one thing at the top of my list for must-dos in Paris? Fromagerie 31. I had discovered this little cheese bar on Rue de Seine while studying in Paris during the summer of 2007. I fondly remembered being presented with a plate of five different...
A few months ago, I let you all in on my dirty travel secret: I have no desire to do a RTW trip.
Am I allowed to change my mind? After reading The Lost Girls—a birthday gift from my mom, confirming that she sometimes knows what I want better than...
Thanks to the glorious technology of Skype, I talk to my parents now just about as often as I did when I lived two hours away. True, I can't pick up my iPhone and call my mom when I'm waiting in traffic or photo text my dad when I see something...
Confession: I hate waiting. I am the girl who is constantly checking her watch, annoyingly tapping her foot, scowling at the person who is holding up the line. I despise being late, wasting time, not having things go my way. It is not my finest...
I’ve been harboring a dirty little secret from the travel blogging community, from the #RTWsoon-ers and the #RTWnow-ers. Maybe because I think they’ll judge me, maybe because I think someday I’ll change my mind. But it’s true: I don’t really want to...