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’s hard to believe that it was only one year ago that I was in France. It feels like decades. And yet, it’s true, it
Rain is coming down sideways and I can see gusts of it flying across the dunes. It beats against the windows of the living room.
Somehow I wound up being one of the last to bed and one of the first to rise. There is coffee, but no bacon, and
I am writing this at 7:30 am. I am at a bakery, with a croissant and a double espresso in front of me, along with
As I write this, it’s Monday. It’s Monday and I hate it. I want more weekend. I wish I didn’t have to go to work
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
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
I keep wishing I lived closer to family. I caught myself noticing for sale signs on houses and paying attention when we passed condo complexes.
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.
I kept turning away from the water and gazing towards the hills surrounding Nice. The lush greenery beckoned to me.
I spent today exploring Roman ruins and Van Gogh sites. And I fell more in love with Arles by the second.
The employee at the cafe was aghast when I voiced a desire to sit outside. “C’est tres froid!” I insisted I would be fine, that this weather didn’t feel cold to me, and was amused when a dawn of recognition lit up his face. “Ah, tu vas fumer,” he said, while miming smoking a cigarette.
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.