Cookies and Rain -or- On my move back to France

Cookies really are the savior of an overseas, over packed, delayed flight. It was over two years ago, but this one goes out to that savior provider, you know who you are, that was able to stuff Milano double stuffed chocolate cookies into my carry on bag without my knowledge. The pure joy that lit…

Oh, London… Part 1

The first time I went to Europe I was 15. My Aunt and Uncle had invited me to go along to see my cousin, who was at the time living in Spain. “Shes only 15,” my mother had continuously warned my Aunt, “She might act older. but she’s a kid…Watch out for her.’ I thought…