I don’t know about you, but Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Everything slows down a bit and gets quieter. It’s the day for favorite things – and favorite things only. Sunday means reading in bed, pancakes and prosecco, sushi and movie nights, a stroll through the city
postcards from bordeaux
Hey friends, It’s another day in Bordeaux and I am currently sitting outside the local food market, the Marché des Capucins. It’s where the locals buy their produce, apparently. Everywhere you look you can find fresh veggies, the most mouthwatering cheese you’ve every seen, stalls with boxes and boxes full
Here’s the deal, people: no matter how dreamy and perfect traveling looks on all of our favorite social media apps, there are always parts that suck a bit. Not one of my holidays or travels or moves has worked out without a hiccup. Now, that might partly happen courtesy of
And so it begins. After a grand total of 30 minutes of sleep and a rather uninspiring flight, I am now finally here, sitting at the Seine, the Louvre on the other side of the river while the seagulls are flying. It’s a bit chillier than I thought it would