Monday was the first official day of summer, but let’s face it — I’ve been in summer mode since the first warm day back in May. As I’ve written here before, this is absolutely my favorite season. The days are longer, my energy levels are higher and New York City becomes my playground. It’s the one time of year that I’m not dying to get on a plane out of here.
Here are my favorite summer activities in New York City, for locals and tourists alike. Go ahead, add them to your summer bucket list. View Post
One thing you should know about me is that I take my food seriously. I love a good home-cooked meal, but going out to eat at quality restaurants with good people is another kind of pleasure. So when I travel, one of the first things I do is scope out the dining options and make a list of places to try. Paris was no different.
Food can be pricey in Europe, but I’d honestly rather skip the shopping trips and fancy hotels so I can eat better. Still, we tried to keep things affordable when possible — on our first day in Paris, we had French McDonald’s at Alex’s insistence (my verdict: not that great, but that’s to be expected) and ate breakfast everyday from the little boulangeries and cafes in our neighborhood. We even bought food at a little shop on our block and made ourselves some scrambled eggs and ham one morning.
But at least once a day, we’d try to venture out a little more. Here’s a round-up of the 5 best meals we had in Paris. Even if you’re traveling on a budget, I’d recommend trying at least one of them while you’re there.
About a month ago, I was helping to clean up an event space where a gala I’d spent the last few months planning had just wrapped up. As the guests started to head out, I felt a combination of intense relief and pride at how my team’s hard work had all come together.
“This was amazing. You did a great job!” said one my co-workers to me in the earshot of a few other people.
My automatic reply was something to the effect of “Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit. It was totally a team effort.”
“Yes, but I’m saying YOU did a good job. I’m sure you worked really hard on it.”
I chuckled nervously and insisted that I couldn’t have done it on my own.
“Just accept the compliment,” she said in mock exasperation. “I’ll congratulate them too, but right now I’m congratulating you.”
She was right, of course. Ever since that moment, I’ve been thinking about how uncomfortable I seem to be with accepting praise.
My go-to response is generally to talk about all the help I received or to downplay the accomplishment, in what I can only guess is an attempt to seem humble. View Post
I don’t know when I started dreaming about Paris. It must have been back in college, somewhere between watching one too many Audrey Hepburn movies and pondering the possibilities of studying abroad.
I never did get there until last fall, but the years only intensified my fascination with the city.
In my mind, my boyfriend and I would stroll the banks of the Seine with a baguette in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. We’d ride bikes through the city, exploring the hidden alleyways that you see only in romantic movies and blog photos. There would be cobblestone streets everywhere. And maybe, just maybe, the theme song from “Midnight in Paris” would be on repeat.
Since everyone left such positive feedback and encouragement on my 101 in 1001 list last month, I thought I’d do a monthly bucket list to help me stay on target now that I have so many people to keep me accountable.