My first trip to Paris was…not the best. It was the second stop on our 2006 backpacking trip. The first time I had ever been to a country where English was not the primary language. It started off great – we were upgraded to a private room in our hostel with a private bathroom and…
“This City is a Sorceress”
“This city is a sorceress…it gets under your skin and steals your soul without you knowing it.” Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind Truer words were never spoken about a city. I first read this book years before traveling to Barcelona and have reread it many times since. It instilled a deep desire…
Carbonara is Love
I love to cook, but it has not always been so, and it has certainly not always come naturally. I grew up with two working parents and there were times when my mother worked two jobs, or worked all day and went to school nights. Nonetheless, she made dinner for us every night – whether…
My Wandering Feast 