One Month Up North

I have been in Canada for almost a month now. 

During this month, I have enjoyed being with my husband all the time.

He works mostly from home, which I love. 

I have been looking for work. 

I have been exercising. 

I have been in a really good mood. 

I have been enjoying the great North American breakfasts, my favorite.

I have been making myself the best lattes, thanks to my husband's amazing coffee machine. 

I have been ice skating on the Rideau Canal in Ottawa. 

I have been sharing brown sugar & cinnamon BeaverTails with my husband. Do any of you non-Canadians know about BeaverTails? 

I have been following my husband pretty much everywhere, even in military regiments to listen to him give smart speeches. 

I have been building stuff. Yes. Me, don't act so surprised. Okay, you can. I was.

I have been enjoying my husband's delicious Asian cooking. 

I have been baking for Valentine's Day. 

I have been trying to stay positive, and believe that there is a plan for us, even when it feels like we are facing more and more obstacles every day.

Transatlantic Travel in Numbers

32... hours for the complete trip

516... seats on the plane

7... hours in the air

3... bottles of Evian I drank

3... pieces of luggage

2... Longchamp carry-ons

67... kilograms of checked-in luggage

2... seats for myself

2,5... fabulous in-flight meals (the 0,5 are the countless snacks they kept offering)

3... movies I watched

30... seconds to go through immigration control in Paris with the new fingerprint system

10... minutes to get my visa in Canada

1... massive hug from my husband at the arrival gate

We'll Always Have Paris

As I am getting ready to move across the ocean, I am realizing how much I will miss not only my family and friends, but Paris, my beautiful city. 

Paris and I have our ups and downs. I was mad at her (Paris is a she) when I had to go through the unbearable metro commute every day. I get mad when I feel like she's not big enough for everybody, and we all bump into each other, invading each other's private space. But I can never really stay mad at my city.

It is one of the most beautiful, interesting, culturally rich cities in the world and it will always be a huge part of who I am.

My husband and I made the choice to live in Canada for many reasons. 

Our girls. 

Work opportunities.

That kind of thing. 

But we have lived the best years of our lives in Paris, and if it was up to us we'd stay here forever. 

My family and my roots are here, and so, we'll always have Paris.

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Deauville for the Day

Before he left for Canada, my husband and I decided to escape the city for a day. 

I wanted to see the ocean sea, so we decided on Normandy. I love Normandy and my husband is a little bit of a WW2 nerd so it was perfect. We drove there early one Friday morning and we invited my dad to come with us.

We went to Deauville, a posh and pretty city where the American Film Festival is held every year. 

From there we drove to Villers-sur-Mer, a town nearby where I went a few times as a kid.

We then drove along the coast to see the D-Day landing beaches. This was something I had always wanted to do and I really want to go back for a more "in depth" trip. Especially since all the museums are closed in January.

Deauville is a pretty town!

How adorable is this tiny Louis Vuitton store?

All bundled up.

With my love.

The sand looked straight out of a desert!

Juno Beach, where the Canadian troops landed on D-Day.

A Few Days in Prague

My dear husband joined me in Europe for the Holidays. We had an amazing time in Paris. We celebrated Christmas with my family, enjoyed lunches and champagne with my friends, celebrated my great-grandmother 100th birthday. He flew back this morning, but we made time for a quick getaway right after Christmas. 

We flew to Prague the day after Christmas for a four day stay.

I'm so glad we chose to go to Czech Republic in December! Prague was all decked out for Christmas & it was absolutely magical.

Much needed Starbucks run after our 7AM flight.

Beautiful little streets.

Prague is definitely not stilettos-friendly!

 The castle.

 Excuse the messy hair, it was windy!

 Costa café, the Czech Starbucks.

My rabbit fur earmuffs were put to good use!

Saint Vitus Cathedral.

 Praha!

 On Charles Bridge.

 Prague has the most beautiful Art Nouveau cafés.

 I have to admit we weren't fans of the food. Except for a few good meat dishes (Czech roasted duck is supposedly very good), it was mostly over salted and heavy.

 The view from the Monastery.

 Restaurant decor I fell in love with.

The Charles Bridge from afar.