I have these American friends. Let’s call them John and Lexie, with a teenaged daughter named Laney. They have lived in Brazil, Paris, and London, but this summer, they are moving back to God’s Country. Houston, Texas.
Before they left England, they decided to try those junk foods that Brits rave about. The foods that warm the cockles and mussels of British hearts.
It’s raw meat squished together with spices, maybe some cooperative herbs or veggies. They shape it into a little patty and serve it as the main course with vegetables or fries. Here are the main types of tartare I’ve found in Paris.
How do you get through a 15 hour flight? My daughter flew from New York to Hong Kong recently. My son was also on the flight, but he’s a notorious public sleeper. Not a peep out of him. If he wrote me a guest post on this same topic, it would be a very short post. Let’s ask Bethany how she got through the flight.
You’d think getting burglarized in Paris would be glamorous, right? Or maybe it would be funny, like the policeman would be Inspector Clouseau? Nope. Getting burglarized in Paris is pretty much like getting burglarized anywhere else--a pain in the derrière.
A friend had told me how she enjoyed hiking and biking in Amboise, a little town in the Loire valley, so Kid 3 and I decided to go. I booked the hotel my friend recommended and bought train tickets for the next day. End of travel planning.