Resistance is my inner donkey digging her heels into the dirt; a refusal of any forward motion towards whatever it is I think I should do. Sometimes I can successfully lure the donkey into movement by holding out an apple: c'mon, yes, one more step, and pretty soon the donkey has forgotten its resistance and [...]
If Geneva is the aloof OCD uncle, Annecy is the laughing, crush-worthy small-town girl with flowers in her hair, wearing a gossamer dress that flutter in the breeze (“oh, this old thing?”). Unlike the uncle, she’s surprisingly approachable -- perhaps she doesn’t know how pretty she is. Those green-blue eyes lock with yours; she smiles [...]
It’s been a couple decades since I’ve been in France, and it’s my first time in la Cote d’Azure. The clarity and color of the Mediterranean is astonishingly beautiful and I can’t wait to spend more time along its coastline. I came here to celebrate my big 5–0, and absorb some warmth and sunshine before [...]
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