I still can't stop raving about Corsica. Maybe it's because I'm back to uncomfortable, rocky beaches and a heavy humidity that rivals visiting my grandparents in Florida. The fact that I worked all weekend--and had to act as a police translator when...
Ever since a high school philosophy class field trip to the SFMOMA, I’ve been intrigued by modern art. Our class visited the SFMOMA and the Legion of Honor museum with one task: find the most beautiful and least beautiful pieces in both. Yet beauty...
I remember being confused by all the bright yellow zucchini flowers on the market stands when I arrived in Nice. My family had a few zucchini harvests in our suburban garden, but as far as I could remember, we chucked the flowers and sauteed the...
I'm torn between jumping from the hillside and shouting about the amazingness that is the island of Corsica, and selfishly keeping this gem for myself and the rest of the French-speaking world. However, I've never been good at keeping secrets and I...
Ah, sandy beaches. It's a foreign concept to many French people, who are used to toughing it out on large, round stones at the sea. However, I've been spoiled by the California coastline and Hawaiian islands: laying out should be relaxing, not a...