I’ve been circling around this concept of slow travel a lot lately. It’s not shocking to anyone who has spent literally even one day with me that I am a bit of a doer. Chilling is not my thing. I’ve got lists and then lists for the lists. I survive on accomplishment alone. It’s my…
Ah, the plight of a Canadian in France. This past Tuesday marked 90 days until I leave. “Three months!” most people say. “You must chill!” “Only three months!” I tell them. “So much to do.” Bring on a wee bit of dramatic arc because, well . . . Our heroine continues to plan her solitary…
The Germans got it right with their word for wanderlust. Fernweh, or farsickness, is the perfect description for the longing I’ve held within myself for as long as I can remember. I get super swoony over the wonderment brought on by thoughts of heading off to other places. It’s where I go when I read,…
I am dreaming of France. This year marks the 500th anniversary of Leonardo da Vinci’s birth. In the last half a millennia, there is hardly another human who has seen as much praise heaped upon him. To say his body of work is admirable is a mild statement. So, when I set my sights on…