One of the things that I absolutely love about living in France is how much there is to see and I feel like I will never be able to see all of it! This weekend I visited Chantilly, a small little town north of Paris (about a 25-minute train ride from Gare du Nord). It is known for its beautiful château but also for the delicious topping known as whipped cream. In French, whipped cream is called chantilly, just like the town. Continue reading “Saturday in the Countryside: Chantilly”
I have always loved having long hair. I feel like I can style it into so many ways (if I actually had the time – but hey, it’s nice having that option right?). So any time I have cut my hair, it is because something is going on in my life. Last time I did an extreme change was a few months before I started university. I was feeling stressed and needed a change in my life. This time around, cutting my hair was a bit more significant than stress due to something new in my life. Continue reading “The Significance of Cutting my Hair”
Living in Paris is such a thrilling experience. There is the bustle of the city, the people out on the streets, cafés on every corner… but sometimes it can get quite exhausting and we “Parisians” need a break (am I even considered to be a Parisienne yet?). Continue reading “Stepping back to Medieval Times : Provins, France”
In August, I will officially celebrate my 4th year anniversary with France. By now, you would think I know well the country I have adopted. This year has taught me that I have yet to learn about the French. Continue reading “Strikes Take Over France”
I know we all have different versions of ourselves. We have the version of lounging at home on the couch, we have our social selves and we have our work persona. But when it comes to speaking more than one language, I feel like I also have different identities.
Continue reading “My Many Identities: Speaking More Than One Language”
One of my favorite things to do is get in a car and drive. I used to live in a small town in the states, so there wasn’t much to do back in high school. When my friends and I were bored, we would get in the car, blast music from our childhood (Lizzie McGuire movie, I am looking at you), sing at the top of our lungs and get lost that we somehow ended up in some small town on the shores of Lake Michigan watching the lights sparkle in the Windy City. They are some of my favorite memories from my teenage years. Continue reading “Road Trip: Tips for the Long Car Ride”
I am back in Paris, which means I am back to being the foreigner. Yet, for some reason, I feel caught between two worlds. Continue reading “Reversed Worlds”