
Day 56: Sleep is for the Weak, HA!
My alarm rang out hard and clear, the piercing sound was screaming, "last full day in Paris…" This was it. My entire project creative...

Day 55: More wine please…
My alarm may have gone off a few too many times. Today was important so naturally I did not want to get up. But I did need a shower so I...

Day 54: A jewish flan for a Spanish and Italian dinner…multicultural "check"
This was a morning for the Louvre. I planned it and I knew it had to happen, one way or another. My creative project was done. All I had...

Day 53: I make another website.
"Work day" rang in my ears as I got myself up in the morning. Today was the day that I finished my creative project. It had to be. I...

Day 52: The churro made me do it!
I did not bring a jar of Nutella home for my family. So much anger and sadness. I failed... This was my dream. The first dream that I...

Day 51: A Night at the Museum
Two changes to breakfast this morning. One is that I decided to also have a cup of tea after my several many cups of coffee. I know,...

Day 50: An Australian brunch for the soul!
Brunch was all that was on my mind. That and the coolness of outside that I was beyond thankful for. It rained HARD last night, even...

Day 49: Disneyland goes HARD here!
Up at 7am, sleep was no longer in my vocabulary. A quick shower, some toast with Nutella, a packed bag, and a water bottle full of ice,...

Day 48: An architect treats me to lunch...
I woke up nervous and I stayed nervous until about 3pm. Today was the day I was going to have my interview with Edouard François, a...

Day 47: T-10 Days...
Once again, my body clock decided to be utterly evil. That in conjunction with the unbearable heat seeping in through the shuttered...

Day 46: Just a chat at La Coupole ;)
My body clock impresses me. I woke up before my alarm despite my setting it for 9am. Sleep is for the weak. Or for the dead. Or for when...

Day 45: Running on fumes pt. 937...
So, when I say fumes, I truly mean FUMES. I did not sleep. I took a small nap this night. In bed at 2am and up at 4am, my body was no...

Day 44: Mamma Mia for REAL
I woke up with a purpose. I was going to make coffee with the Bialetti I discovered in the kitchen. I knew how to make it thanks to my...

Day 43: A blue cave yields silver extremities.
Waking up to the subtle kiss of sunlight is amazing and I have missed it dearly. The white sheets were glowing as I sunk deeper into...

Day 42: Metro, Bus, Plane, Bus, Boat, Bus, and WALK
Picking up where I left off, as we boarded the plane, a couple in front of us were having some major travel problems...meaning that one...

Day 41: Professor: Cheese? Wine? Me: Yes and Yes...
Unfortunately, there was NO silence in the kitchen despite my previous hopes and dreams. 5 year-old children make mornings slightly less...

Day 40: "Dériving" for the Day
Today was the day my group was responsible for the 18ème arrondissement which meant that I had to start with purpose and early. Last...

Day 39: How to put a 5-year-old to sleep.
Sitting at the table in the morning, I enjoyed my cups of coffee and orange juice as I tried to get work done. Tried is the operative...

Day 38: 2 down, 6 more to go...
Surprisingly, I did not feel too terrible after the bottle of wine the night before but it was still a late morning nonetheless....























