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Paris, France: Something Strange in the Supermarket

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Day #56, country #9 of the trip, 39 of a lifetimeFor Americans, France has a very scandalous reputation.  We think of it as a country where everything is risqué in comparison to the buttoned up colonial culture we have in the U.S.Today I found something in the supermarket that just might confirm this notion of ours.Way down in the boring home goods isle, I found red toilet paper! It may seem a silly observation, but this does not go on in everyday America, maybe the party stores, but the average grocery store wouldn't dare. It's … [Read more...]

Paris, France: What to Do When You Just Don’t Feel Right

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Day #55, country #9 of the trip, 39 of a lifetimeYou ever have one of those days when nothing is obviously wrong, but you just don't feel right?  I think I found a cure.Today I was walking through Paris to a place I know well and I was agitated for no good reason.In that moment, I decided to veer offor my planned path and get myself lost a little bit. Within minutes, the bad mood feeling was gone.What I discovered is that, that indescribable feeling of grrrrrr could be your body's way of telling you that you need to change … [Read more...]

I Heart Paris

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Day #51, country # 9 of the trip, 39 of a lifetimeBefore I came to Paris, I hated it,  and now I feel the need to apologize. It's been twenty-four hours and the people have been kind, the food has been great, and the scenery is magic, including this gorgeous cheese.My parents and aunt are here with me, which adds a whole new dynamic. They are really helping me understand the type of information people less accustomed to international travel need to feel comfortable. … [Read more...]

Rome, Milan, Paris

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Day #50, country #9 of the trip, 39 of a lifetimeThe last 24hrs had been one of great extremes. I spent the night baracaded in a train compartment slowly lumbering from Rome to Milan. When I asked the train attendant if I was safe alone, he suggested I stuff my purse into my jacket. Needless to say it was a fitful night's sleep.The next morning I went from my filthy hovel to a first class seat with views of gorgeous Switzerland on the other side of the glass.  Only hours before, I had been brought to tears by an extremely rude … [Read more...]