Sunday, October 11, 2009. But you can follow me on my new Italy blog, Baci from Rome. Until I get settled the updates will probably be pretty sporadic. Saturday, September 26, 2009. My sister-from-another-mother BB came to Paris with her fiancé last week. All types of cheese and a crepe. On Oberkampf, yum! .

Chronicling my weight-loss journey while dealing with life. Avoidance is not even the word. More time at the bar and less time in the gym. Sent on the Sprint Now Network from my BlackBerry. Lets catch up a little. It feels great to be noticed again. It feels great to fit old clothes again. It actually even feels great to blog again. I am making a promise to mys.

Monday, September 6, 2010. One cannot truly reflect on any experience in life without a period of self reflection as well. For better or w orse, each time you set foot in an unfamiliar city and embark on a new journey, it changes you in a fundamental way. Cairo is firmly epitomized in my mind by the description of. The low cost of living .

Whether it be through words, art, the Bible or photos, I believe that I have a voice that needs to be heard. Friday, December 12, 2014.

This is not a test. Oddly enough, this is my real life. The Scoop On Yours Truly. Last week Meredith sent me this link. This made me laugh and think of you. Anyways, almost everything on that list applies to me.

My first thought is to write a post, and here I am. This post has no structure or post. Take ALL the time you need repair shop! I have a vision. I went from 2012 to 1972.

The Modern Life of the Single Sister. How Far is Too Far? August 16, 2010. Anyways, yesterday I watched Our Family Wedding.

How to Escape Corporate America and Live on the Road Indefinitely. Green Fields of France and the City of Light. My experience of road-tripping through France for the first time, living. Down and Out in Spain. I swapped Asia for Europe and accidentally found myself on the trail of both. My honest account of running with the bulls in Pamplona - San Fermin 2015. Jungle Trekking in Laos and Befriending Parasites.

It was never you, it was me. I tried to put the road closer to the shore. It always seemed to drift away. I saw the lights ahead and the trees surrounding the pavement. It was always stright ahead even thoug the many curves, making the the trees dance in the wind the faster it got. That was all mine, I just tried to borrow you for a while. It was my father who taught me to cook. I was home from school that day, for what reason.