It feels like forever since I last wrote. Probably because there are so many feelings, thoughts, and experiences that I’ve had since being here. While I want to write about it all right now, it’ll have to wait for another time that I find myself lucky enough to have one
If you couldn’t already tell, I’m on a gratin kick. While the kickstarted weeks ago, being in France has fully supported this decision. Those of you with kids who avoid vegetables like the plague (and those who don’t) might want to try this recipe. It’s the perfect way to add
Today, it has been raining practically non-stop in the small city of Carcassonne. There’s been a bite to the air that tells me to put some socks on and make soup for dinner. That’s exactly what I did today. The apartment is small but not small for Europe. It’s just
We’re here. WE’RE HERE! At the very moment, it’s exactly how I would’ve pictured it. I’m sitting at a desk on the second level (attic style) with the windows and shutters open, only to look out to a park/square. I’m sipping on fruit tea and Brian is literally walking out
We are three weeks away from hopping on a plane and heading to the South of France. I just made that sound so easy, didn’t I? “Oh, ya know! Just HOP on a transatlantic plane!…with two toddlers!” Am I making a bigger deal out of this than necessary? It seems
