Gastronomical adventures with Mom: Eating our way through France and Italy, enjoying every part of it
Okay, so I've been the ultimate procrastinator on this blog post. I started it on the train from Paris to Milan ( sound familiar? ) and am writing the bulk of it at a cafe in Ljubljana, Slovenia, two and a half weeks later. However, in my defense I've been fully immersed in traveling and hanging out with my mother, and eating as much gelato as possible. Who has time for blogging? I started this leg of my adventure by flying from Bucharest to Paris. It was a bittersweet departure; I had really enjoyed my time in Romania and made and strengthened a lot of friendships while there. When people ask me what my favorite country I've visited is, the answer is Romania. Such great friends, hospitality, food, and nature! Fortunately, I believe I'll be heading back to Romania in June, so it wasn't goodbye forever! Sainte Chappelle in Paris It had been about 7 months since I was last in France. I was there at the start of my journey, working at American Villag