As the weather gets chillier and I go longer and longer without a proper pain au chocolat, I really start to miss Nice. Even though I realize I'd never want to live there full-time--which has more to do with the endless red tape of French bureaucracy...
After visiting Plitvice Lakes and sailing the Adriatic Sea, I thought I had seen all of the most impossibly pristine waters Croatia had to offer--and then I went to Mljet Island.
Not only does this national park have woodsy paths and water...
I have a love/hate relationship with Old Nice: the winding network of cobbled streets and vividly-colored shutters are crowded with terrace tables and slow-walking tourists. For seven months, I lived on the edge of Place Garibaldi: overlooking the...
My memories of Croatia shall forever be a thousand shades of shimmering blue: the vivid and cloudless sky, the fish swishing through impossibly clear turquoise water, the sun dancing over the sea.
Sure, there were other colors, too: the...
Confession: I spent a week in Nice and didn’t do one cultural activity, unless you count drinking rosé and eating pissaladiere. Instead, I went to the beach. Instead, I went to the beach. I went to beaches with pebbles, beaches with sand, beaches...