My family did our Passover Seder via video chat the other night, as did many people around the world. It was a good substitute, but
It is Sunday evening of Thanksgiving weekend and I have a glass of eggnog heavily dosed with brandy beside me. My Christmas tree was bought
Today I traveled from Chamonix to Paris. This is my final destination. After today there are only two days left before I head home. This
I went up to Aiguille du Midi. I joked that it was the pinnacle of this whole adventure, but there was truth behind the jest.
Getting from Lyon to Chamonix by train was no laughing matter, and today’s anxiety attacks proved it. My excitement about getting up into the Alps
I am in Lyon and it is gorgeous. And I’m visiting my old friend, the Rhône, once again. She is just as blue here as
Éze Village is about 1400 feet above sea level, and the bus ride was a crazy 15 minute journey up steep hills with intense switchbacks. Next to the road was a drop-off down a cliff and the bus driver took each turn at full speed.
As a writer it’s difficult to admit that a location has me so in thrall that I’ve been rendered speechless. It runs rather counter to one’s desire to write about the location. But, alas, here we are.
With solo travel comes a type of loneliness that is freeing, but crushing. The need for connection is biological. It’s how we’re wired. And we wind up lacking it.
Imagine limestone walls, narrow passageways, gas lanterns casting a warm friendly glow and soft laughter coming from restaurants you know are around a corner but can’t see yet…
That’s Sarlat, and dammit if I’m not already in love with it.
A friend suggested I make more of an effort to talk about my experiences and thoughts on local culture along with posting daily favorite photos.
Favorite photos day 7/22. Visited the chateaux of Chenonceau (1st) and Chambord (2nd). I… I’m too stunned by beauty to be able to think of
Enjoyed a lovely breakfast with Travel Buddy before he left for London. The main topic of conversation? Sketching out a trip to Spain and Portugal
Good grief, this town is unbelievably gorgeous. Favorite photos from today are below. I’m forcing myself to choose only ten per day. I’m sure I’ll
Heeeey so I left Bordeaux this morning and am now in Amboise. My FAVORITE EVER Travel Buddy hopped on a train from London to come