I miss carbs. Ever since the gastronomical nightmare that was my last trip to China (thinking about all of the unidentifiable things I put into my mouth to appease old Chinese women still makes me cringe), I’ve been trying to…
My last hours in Boston and encounters with complete strangers
I didn’t think my trip to Boston would end in tears on the stoop of a house at 5am on a Sunday morning. But there I was, mascara running over my red eyes, half in delirium from sleeping less than two…
Cultural Barriers
Four years ago, I spent a magical summer in Paris, capturing memories in a long-forgotten blog. Every Thursday, I’ll post my favorite entries from that blog. This is reprinted from 7-8-10. The average French man differs significantly from the…
Growing up
I’ve been thinking a lot about growing up recently. I am preparing to say good-bye to all of my friends, my family, and my life back in New Haven and it’s finally hitting me that I’m leaving in less than…
Tea and Macaroons
Four years ago, I spent a magical summer in Paris, capturing memories in a long-forgotten blog. Every Thursday, I’ll post my favorite entries from that blog. This is reprinted from 7-18-10. My first encounter with the concept of macaroons came…
Au Lapin Agile, or my adventures in a French cabaret
Four years ago, I spent a magical summer in Paris, capturing memories in a long-forgotten blog. This is reprinted from 8-3-10. The idea of a cabaret show is appealing to many in the way that people say that “Playboy”…