Oh, The Places I’ve Been

Before I left France, I mailed a box home to my family. Inside this box were a number of things: letters from friends, postcards and coins I’d collected during my travels, a Ramos kit I wanted my brothers to have,  a carry on bag I was returning to my family because I’m thoughtful like that, that map of France I’d pinned places on and, finally, a scrapbook that I’d made of all the places I’d gone and things I’d done since I’d left Canada. I waited. And waited. AND WAITED. for them to get this box because I just wanted all the praise of a job well done. Unfortunately….

Hello, Nice

As people do when they go on holidays, I fell in love. Deep, spine tingling, ‘i want this to last forever’ love. I know I said that Annecy was amazing (or what I told everyone is that Annecy was my favourite place in France), but Nice not only won that contest, it swept into first place with a casual class that made no question of the fact that it belonged there.