Remember in the early days of social media when everyone was like "nobody cares what you have for lunch?" And then literal nazis started posting the worst takes imaginable? And…
One of my favorite phrases that M. Richardson taught us in High School French was "métro, boulot, dodo." It basically means, "I take the metro, I go to work, I…
This morning, we walked over to our local open air market and bought the supplies for a picnic lunch. Lilian came with us this time, and it was so heartening…
Today we learned a valuable lesson. Just because the French don't generally wear shorts or flip-flops, it's not a good idea to go sightseeing wearing a black t-shirt, long black…
As promised, this is what the stairwell of our Airbnb looks like: Lots of character, lots of walking carefully to make sure I don't trip and fall and break my…
We made it! We had a bit of a complicated journey, with me on a roundtrip ticket and Kristian and Lilian flying one-way. It worked out well that we flew…
I've resurrected this blog, because... we're moving to Lyon, France in a little less than two weeks. Zomg, how did that happen? (Umm, Hope, you made some plans and then…