As my departure date inches closer (countdown: three days left in the States), I seem to be hearing the same question over and over again: Are you nervous?
Well...no. I'm moving to a beautiful beach for six months. The sun will be shining and I...
Apparently real men don't eat quiche. Typical.
I feel like quiche is completely misunderstood by Americans. We assume that because it's French (fun fact: it actually originated in Germany), it must be snooty, difficult to cook or not enough to...
Contrary to popular belief, I'm not French. Not a splash of that cheese-loving, surrender-monkey French blood in my body, yet I'm as Francophile as they come.
In case you were wondering why this German-Italian-Irish-Polish melting pot shunned her...
When I was 16 and living in France for the summer, family friends took me for a day in Cassis. We suntanned on high rocks and cliff jumped into the Mediterranean. To me, it was the most beautiful place in the world.
As you can probably tell, this...