It was my goal to dance with a fireman because, come on now, you can't be at a Bastille Day Bal des Pompiers and not dance with a pompier.
Wednesday had me feeling like a giant blob of carbs, so after I woke up I decided to go on a run. What better way to acquaint myself with the streets of Paris, right? After a quick bite of almond butter (the last of my airport snacks), I laced up my Nikes and hit the... Continue Reading →
For someone who just up and flew across the Atlantic Ocean with little to no planning (which is 100% not my usual style), I got SO lucky to be put into contact with people who knew the city and were kind enough to show me around. Looking back, I wouldn’t have had half the amazing experiences that I did if I didn’t have that advantage.