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Long Distance Mother’s Day.

So I went traveling a whole bunch. Then I got back. Then I went traveling again. Then I got back. Then finals-ish-type-things started happening. The blog hasn’t happened. It’s sort of this strange phenomena where the more I have to potentially blog about… the less ability I have to actually spend time on the B-log.

So I figured today was the best day possible to break the hiatus. It’s Mother’s Day.

Who did I do my whole bunch of amazing traveling with? My mother. And for that I thank my lucky stars.

Thank you Mom, for every moment.

If any year has been worthy of an epic day of mother appreciation, it’s this year.

Today, you’re at home, and I’m nine time zones away, so in lieu of making you breakfast in bed and creating new memories… I’m going to have to reflect on our past adventures… and pretend we’re still living them.

My Mom came to Paris. It was up to me to introduce her to my version. Finally a chance to give back after all those year of drive-the-daughter to ski practice.

We traipsed through the Louvre together.

We made freaking adorable photo sequences together.

We went to my French class together.

We acted like locals together, pondering sculptures in the Jardins.

We acted like tourists together, climbing the monuments and shopping for chocolate (both we did faster than the other tourists).

We learned how to make new things together. Things involving half a kilo of butter.

We spent some time in calmer places together.

But really.


Most Importantly.

We ate together.

From the savoury…

To the sweet.

I had been dreaming up our list of hot spots for three months. You best believe it rocked.  Mother-daughter bonding is best served along side a Pierre Hermé macaron. Or seven.

I was more than ecstatic about being the guide, and showing my Mom what it’s like not to just tour, but to live in Paris… BUT I think the second half of our trip really hit it out of the park.

Exploring somewhere brand new together. Unbeatable. Frustrating when your map is soggy and you can’t stop hiccuping from overgelatofication, but unbeatable.

Mom, I learned so much with you in Italy. I could never put a price on our colourful, cultureful week.  I know. Your credit card statement can. I’m… sorry about that. When I have a real people job I’ll…

Anyways… Italy lessons!

– When you’ve lived in Paris for three months, colour… and natural plant-life.. together… it’s just too much amazing for one lady to handle. But I did.

– Some hiking signs are absolutely necessary in order for you to find the next village, others are just necessary. Yes that’s a wine glass.

– Cats become less evil when they’re Italian. And named Emilio. There were more than 30 cats that living hotel. Yeah. All named.

– Sometimes, places are so beautiful.. that even if the weatherman says the sun isn’t supposed to shine, it just can’t help itself.

– When you’ve seen 80 million cats, seeing two dogs is way more exciting than it needs to be.

– You don’t have to be with your significant other to make the Via Del Amore worth while. Anyone you love will do just fine.

– When it’s raining in Florence, take refuge inside a museum and take illegal photos of the most famous works of art on the freaking planet, don’t run a marathon.

– Bridges make cities more awesome.

– Umbrellas are worth it, even though they love a good photo-bomb.

– Yes, it is possible to have more churches than people. Rome I’mtalkintoyou

– Yes, it is also possible to have gelato in excess of 3X per day. It helps if you share a deep bond with the individual with whom you are eating said gelato, less judgement is passed.

– Time travel is real.

– Discover a hidden gem together, and you’ll never be able to forget it.  Because you’ll never be able to stop bragging about it. Pretty much at every future meal ever. “Mmm, this is good, but do you remember that time, in Italy, when we found that place..”

– The amazing food in Italy doesn’t stop a one hidden gem.. or 4 pizzas, or 3 plates of fresh pasta. Many a vegetable were eaten upon my return.

– No, it is not possible to see all of Rome’s awesomeness, ever.

– Don’t forget to toss a coin in the Fontana di Trevi, because trust me, you’ll at least want to see the awesomeness more than once.

– Never stop having “firsts”.

I’m so glad that happened. Now I want to make fresh pasta. And fresh pesto. And fresh croissants.  And pizza. And feed it all to my mom. I love you Mom, I wish I could be with you today.

To all of the people reading this who aren’t my mom. Hi. You must take your mom to Italy. That’s right step-mom, we have some unfinished business.






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