The Wandering Foodie

Set on a quiet side street across from a veterinarian office, enclosed behind a green gate, it is a simple home, with a bright yard, flowers tastefully placed. The apartment sits up a flight of stairs, one room with a kitchen and sitting area, a window overlooking the street. It is my first Airbnb…and it’s in Paris. Even as I walk up and down the street, a stone’s throw from the river Seine, I’m not sure I believe I am here. Strolling through sunny France, eating croissants from the corner bakery, sampling omelettes in the local cafe.

But it is real. This trip has been planned for months now and one that seemed so far away in the depths of work, client demands, peopling, and the daily grind of New Yawk.

For the first time, when a client has texted me…I didn’t answer. Emails are piling up – I don’t care.

I’m on an adventure and I deserve it. No, I needed it.

Don’t worry, I’ll eat a croissant for you.