Dieux de TAPIF, « Donnez-moi la sérénité d’accepter les choses que je ne puis changer… » and the problem with thinking ahead.
A “Pie Ride” you say? Why yes, I will brave a cold Washington winter morning for the promise of pie. Mhm!
Planes, trains, automobiles…and did I mention trains? Phillip and I decide to switch up our mode of transport for a quick trip up north.
A brief reflection on the most novel events to take place during the past year, with a promise of more of the unfamiliar in 2015.
Wishes for happiness, along with a confit de canard dinner and a canelé dessert for a dear friend across the pond on her birthday.
Sometimes it’s tough to remember whether the “T” in “TAPIF” stands for “teaching” or “travel.”
Pacific Northwest-based twenty-something acquires most predictable vehicle in existence.
How to survive the deafening quietness of a life without constant visual and aural stimulation.
Giving it all up for a teaching gig in rural France? Here are some tips on how to make friends and enjoy life en pleine campagne.
Adeptes de la bronzette? Non, non. Some silly Périgordin language assistants hit the beach in the deep of winter.