I made nachos for David yesterday. Big deal, right? Actually, it was.  The simple act of pouring really good tortilla chips onto a plate, covering them with Shelburne Farms cheddar that I shredded, and slathering it all with organic black beans and salsa was representative of just how different my life in Vermont is from my…

This was one of those rare days in which every member of the family had one dream realized.  I had the pleasure of choosing Les Deux Magots for breakfast. The cafe was a haunt for Hemingway, Oscar Wilde and Picasso, among others.  David went nuts for the Musee d’Orsay, declaring Toulouse Latrec his new favorite…

Over the last few days, David and I somehow managed to utter tearful goodbyes to the people we love in Abu Dhabi, get on a flight with non-metaphoric excess baggage, and fly 7.5 hours over troubled  territory to Paris. Thankfully, our flight actually seemed short — at least in relation to the 15-hour non-stop trip…