A year in numbers

Here are just a few: 119 Students attending our biggest week at Camp Galileo this past summer 38 New recipes written down in my cookbook 27th Birthday celebrated 24ish inches of hair cut off 23 Blog posts 22 Sections of English classes taught at the Lycee Edouard Herriot high school in Troyes, France each two…

And Again Goodbye

As a student in Paris, I fell entirely in love. With the city, my host family, a boy, my friends: life was blissful. I was in love with the world that year. Yet when it ended and I left Paris, I didn’t cry. I don’t even remember feeling sad. I left Paris behind, and returned to California without much…

Aimer, Vivre, et Voyager For Ever and For Always

Today was colder. The last week was sunny and warm, but today the Big Gray returned to Troyes. Yet evidence of spring remained. On what was my very last walk to school, as I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck to combat the breeze, I passed a beautifully flowering tree. As the wind blew,…

The Contrarian Path

A friend recently described me as occupying a stage in life when one is prone to wandering and adventuring. Is that true? Am I going through a phase, or is this just the way I am: a constant wanderer, ever craving a new scene? Although I have spent the last few years wandering, now, for the…

You Get What You Need

I spent my first two days at Taizé in relative quiet. I wasn’t totally silent, but I wasn’t a social butterfly either. I took long walks around the retreat center, went for beautiful runs in the picturesque French countryside, journaled in my notebook, and, of course, sang. I thought that was what I wanted. It…

She Loves Paris, Yoga, and the Sun

Although on this side of the pond the winter has really been quite mild, the first sunny weekend of the year still feels like heaven on earth. After a winter of gray, the first beams of sunlight always seem like gifts from the gods, don’t they!? Adding to the glory of a weekend of lovely…

Moments detached from time

There are moments in life when all that is left to do is sit back, sip your wine, and wonder at the spectacular beauty of the world. These are the moments I chase. This is why I travel. This is why I sit through the awkwardness and the discomfort that often come with living as…

What a pumpkin pie (in France) can teach you about life abroad

It’s no secret that I’ve spent much of my life living in other countries. While this sounds romantic, and can often be, most of the time it’s just life. I get up in the morning, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, exercise, read a book, eat dinner, and go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat….

Paris Is the Boy with the Beanie and Dreadlocks

A city of millions, Paris makes every woman and every man feel unique. Something in her air—crisp and cold in winter, heavy with the promise of thunder in summer—whispers in your ear: you are my favorite! The flowing wine emboldens you with audacity. Magical particles baked into your daily baguette ration (and the croissant you…

Sittin’ in a park in Paris, France…

I was a free man in Paris I felt unfettered and alive There was nobody calling me up for favors And no one’s future to decide You know I’d go back there tomorrow But for the work I’ve taken on -Joni Mitchell

Food for Kings (and Queens!)

My all-time favorite dessert is pumpkin pie. I absolutely adore pumpkin pie, with just a dollop of fluffy white whipped cream on top. I spend my entire year looking forward to the fall, yes, for the beautiful autumn colors and the crisp clear air, but also for the pumpkin pie. Is it the waiting that…