My bone marrow was frozen. My blood was slushy ice. My soul was frosting over. And all I could think of was how poetic my situation was. There I was, trudging down an empty road in the French countryside, freezing like everything else around me. The vineyards of St. Emilion we were supposed to be … More Warm Hearts are not Tinged by the Frost
St. Emilion, a small town a short train ride outside of Bordeaux, is famed for its lush, green sprawling vineyards glowing in golden sunlight which produce world class wine every year. I recommend not going in December for this experience. But if you like fog, dead tree branches, and air so cold your soul could … More St. Emilion’s Icy Warmth
Ever since I was a wee lass, I’ve had an intense love of France. The land, the history, the language, the culture…all of it. Perhaps it’s because of the French blood flowing through my veins, or of my last name that its people can actually pronounce, or of reading and watching several versions of The … More A Golden Sunset on the Eiffel Tower
The Voyaging Storyteller 