Sculpture by Rodin. Moves by Jillian. Tower by Eiffel. Happiness by beer.

So me and Paris got off to a great start (hooray for fresh baguettes!). Dinner was less successful. This, my friends, is a falafel gyro.  With cheese.  And fries.  Uhhhh…merci, but no? On the plus side (not the French meaning of the word, because we found out today “plus” means “more” in French as per our phrase book), I did discover I like Greek beer. The title of the post is one of four phrases I know in French.  It’s frightening how pathetic I am at communicating now that I’m not in a Spanish speaking… Read more >

Despite being late comers to the sport, my sister and I both developed quite a fondness for tennis.  She’s closer to the “obsessed” end of the spectrum, whereas I’d consider myself in the more healthy range of simple enjoyment.  Either way, it was a mere two years ago that we she visited in NYC for the US Open.  And now we are heading off to Paris tomorrow for the French Open. She’s a huge Rafa fan.  I’m a huge Clijsters fan.  And if you haven’t see this article, check it out.  It’s about Djokovic’s gluten… Read more >