A (strange) fresh start.
Everything I own is in an 8x10 storage unit in Brooklyn. I have eight minutes left on my card in an internet cafe to explain it all -
So the short version is that though I may be leaving the country for five weeks, I'm returning to the blogosphere immediately. In some capacity.
The next five weeks hold in store (among many undiscovered things): a croissant on the steps of Sacre Coeur in Paris, a biscuit on the bullet train to Avignon, truffles served in every manner possible in Provence, boullabaise in Marseille, a morsel in Barcelona, a Guinness in Dublin on J's birthday, Irish breakfast in Dingle, a hot tea on the cliffs of Moher. And home again.
And I'll keep you updated at every internet cafe. Time's up!
I love you all,
*Update: I am happy to say that every one of these culinary feats was accomplished. Hooray!