My husband can’t speak french and never played petanque. But when we moved to Paris, he joined a petanque league. He’s learning the language, the game, and how to survive as an expat.
expat adventures
Ah Switzerland–where time matters
The day before the world ended, I wrote a blog post. It was a puff piece—a bit too light spirited for the current mood. But since I spent some number of days on it, let me summarize. Two years ago,… Read More ›
Hungarian Cooking Lessons
A few months ago, I stumbled upon an Hungarian cooking class which largely caters to Americans and other western tourists who “want to see inside a real Hungarian apartment” and visit the main market hall – one of the “must… Read More ›
One Month Left in Budapest
One month!? After three and a half years in Central Europe, it’s hard to imagine our time here is nearly over. I look back to that first night in Bratislava; an Italian dinner on the Danube, a restless night at… Read More ›
The World In Between 