I always thought I’d be dead by thirty-five. I don’t know where this fixation came from, what triggered it, or why I believed it, but the imagined certainty that I wouldn’t live to see forty defined my 20s and early 30s in a very real way. My friends in university would tell me to stop… Continue reading Thirty-Five
It’s been nearly a month since I wrote a new post about this new chapter of My Nomadic Life, even though when I left Colombia I told myself that this time I’d be more constant about updating my blog—not like in Brazil, where it fizzled out after a few months as the daily distractions of… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: Life & Loss on the Road
Thankfully, you’re more likely to get sprayed by a 40-foot mechanical wood-and-steel elephant on a hot summer afternoon than to cross paths with an armoured knight these days in the Loire Valley, though both are fantastical notions.
Uncork your bottle of Patrimonio Rosé and voyage to Corsica, a romantic land of wonderfully exclusive wines and magical adventures.
After my previous visits, an early winter spent in Paris, the Alps, and Provence offered a completely different experience in France.
In 2018, I ventured outside of Paris for the first time and visited two other major French cities for the day.
My second trip to Paris was even more magical than the first as I had nearly two months to live in and explore the city during the spring of 2018.
My first-ever trip to Europe started in Paris, France in the summer of 2017, and it was everything I'd dreamed of and more.