I am–and always have been–of the school of thought that says that people don’t change. Maybe a little bit, OK, I admit, but really, most people–and most things–don’t change all that much….
Author: emiglia
Chocolate Mousse
When I was growing up, I was fairly well-known amongst friends, teachers and family members for my catagorical lack of organizational skills. I forgot my books at school at least once a…
Tomato Salad and My Junior Counselor
It’s been awhile. I’m sorry… really I am. I had the best of intentions to come on here and write every evening, but when your days start at six and end at…
Ratatouille
It’s funny how I forget how much I love France until I’m back–I know how much you are all probably tired of hearing this over and over again, but each time I…
Tomato Paella
After several years of doing fairly ridiculous things whilst traveling, I’ve gotten to the point where, when I suggest spending the night in an airport/train station/bus stop to make a cheap layover…
London Calling
There was a point in my life that I was nearly positive I was going to move to London. I had made a five-year plan–I’ve made lots of five-year plans, but this…
The Burren and the Cliffs of Moher
For those of you who, unlike me, have begun to grow weary of green, green and more green, you’re in luck: this is my last post about Ireland. This also means that…
Galway
There are some songs that, for some unknown reason, make me smile every time I hear them. “Vienna” is one, though the song doesn’t remind me of Austria, but New York. Another…