Pyrenees, France


This time last year was rough. The European dream was, honestly, not going as wonderfully as we had hoped. We had traveled so much we’d exhausted ourselves. We were nearly homeless on more than one occasion. We had lived in an apartment with cockroaches, used so much cockroach spray on them and our kitchen countertops we became ill, and, still, they continued to sneak back into the house every night in droves. Read More »

Buurserzand, The Netherlands


Lately it has been all work and no play, so much so that I cannot recall the last time I went to bed before 5 a.m. only to wake, groggily, as the Frenchman leaves in the morning and then reawaken a few hours after that to boil a cup of water for tea, sit back down at the computer, and start back to work. (Of course, I should not complain as having so much work after going into solo practice only a little more than a year ago is truly a blessing.) Read More »

Le parc du domaine de Méric, Montpellier, France


One of my favorite things about France is that everywhere appears so steeped in history that continues to feel living. Here is a cafe Victor Hugo frequented every Sunday. There is the tree under which Paul Cézanne sat while painting his landscapes. And over there is the house in which Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec grew up. These places, this history, are touchable, tastable, enjoyable. Read More »

Le Pont du Gard, France


Recalling fondly this post from April 2012, written a year before we knew we would be embarking on our European adventure and when such dreams seemed like quickly-dissipating cotton candy dreams.

Six years later, four of them as an actual attorney, and I have found myself nowhere near Europe. Professionally, the most international experience I get is debating whether a Plaintiff is an illegal immigrant or reading a deposition transcript where a translator was involved. And, no, someone’s immigration status matters very little in the eyes of a civil court of law. Mainly, I use my French at home: “Est-ce que tu veux du thé, mon amour?” I find myself asking nearly every evening. Or in class: “J’ai une question…” is oft-repeated. My Turkish I use on Skype with friends, and my German? Well it is getting full of cobwebs. “Eins, zwei… was?”

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Le Cirque de Navacelles, France


“You have to acclimate yourself in that pool first otherwise you’ll have a heart attack when you jump in and won’t be able to swim away from the waterfall,” the couple told as as we sized up the jump. After my last waterfall-jumping adventure I was left bruised and bleeding, so I peered over the ledge with extra caution. It was impossible to see the bottom of river into which we were planning to launch ourselves as the water from the falls rushed down quickly, churning up foam.Read More »

Wild Mushrooms, The Netherlands

Specimen milk cap

Confession: I spend a lot of time reading and drooling over food and travel blogs while preparing our menu for the week. Sometimes, doing so makes me a bit nostalgic for the comfy life we led in the States with a house and possessions and an oven. This feeling is strongest in the fall and winter, the nesting months, when people are spray-painting pumpkins, decorating their mantels, and baking apple pies so delicious looking I can smell them if only I close my eyes. Read More »