I think there’s a piece of my heart that just permanently resides in Paris. If I could be no other place, if money or sheer sensibility weren’t any kind of consideration, I’d be in Paris as often as I could get away.
These trip journals usually start the same way. Work was busy, the trip just snuck up on me. Not with this one. Not this time. The time leading up to this trip passed by in slow, languid motion, each day that dragged on bringing us one step closer to our first steps onto the Carnival Read more
In many ways, I feel like this trip kind of snuck up on me. We’d been planning it for months, but it always seemed just out of sight until the moment it was actually here. This trip, our departure in particular, was extraordinarily more stressful than any other trip we’d taken. European culture and customs Read more
