Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

The acrid scent of cigarettes used to make me wrinkle my nose in disgust. But as I traveled through Europe, my feelings towards the smell began to change. In Paris, Rome, and Amsterdam, I still found it repulsive. But by the time I reached London and Ireland, I felt a strange temptation to try itContinue reading “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes”

First stop: Espresso

I’ve gone through Customs at Charles De Gaulle International Airport. A simple glance and they probably saw a smiling and harmless American, tired after the ten hour flight from Newark. This is the first stamp of many I hope to receive in my passport. I don’t know it yet, but I’ll only receive three stampsContinue reading “First stop: Espresso”