God I hope that’s not my feet

Since I was little and had my own little light up Sleeping Beauty suitcase, I’ve longed to be a “savvy” traveler.

One who breezes through the airport without fumbling for directions.  One who effortlessly nails a comfortable, but chic outfit despite a long day of connecting flights.

And while I am quite proud of myself for remembering to bring both my slippers and an eye mask for my overnight flight last night, I find that “chic” and “effortless” only describe mere moments of my travel experiences.

I more often find myself wiping my arm pits in the dirty bathroom or feeling nauseous from fatigue, nerves, and airport snacks.

Or, right now I am nearing the end of a five hour layover wondering, is that smell my feet or that lady’s onion-filled salad?

God I hope it’s not my feet.

Traveling isn’t always the breathtaking shot of the city skyline you see on a travel blogger’s feed (or hopefully my Insta).  But, it’s the stinky moments that make the beautiful ones amazing.

I try to remember that adventure and glamour aren’t synonymous.

I’d like to give you a taste of both; the exciting, the scary, the “magnifique” and everything in between.

After this final layover, I’ll board my final flight to Paris where I get to live and take classes for the next four months.  This is something that I’ve wanted to do since I was in high school.  I am so, so lucky to finally be doing it.

I’ve thought about writing a blog forever, and each time I’ve quickly told myself I have nothing interesting to say.

For now, I’m going to ignore that voice.

So for the sticky, stinky, and surreal, feel free to follow along.  A bientôt!