Home sweet home, week 1.

Week one of being back stateside has been one of those weeks that's go go go go go. In this span of a week i've had to divide my time between being a tour guide and relaxing in a major way. List form is what i think best illustrates what we've done. Bocce, lobster rolls and hoagies in Princeton with Tait. Butchers, farm stands and fresh vegetables from the garden. Booze and barbecues. First times for s'mores and american bagels. Phillies vs. Mets. A boathouse bar. Backyard football, brunches and weddings.

France and Spain, the lands of roundabouts.

Yesterday i got back from a trip to the catalan regions of France and Spain. We had to fly into a small airport that looked like it hadn't been touched since the 70s, then drive along scary coastal roads without barriers to a hotel in the middle of Argeles and Collioure, two towns that couldn't be any more different from each other. One was a beachside town that had more tourist traps and kebab shops than i've ever seen crammed into one place, think the jersey shore on crack... and filled with french people. The other, Collioure, has been standing since the 600s when King Wamba of the Visigoths lived there. It's filled with windy streets and ice cream on every corner. Much more my speed. Every day was filled with sunshine and delicious food, and now after that, i'm refreshed and back to reality.