Two Saturdays ago, I was walking around London. Last Saturday, I was quietly adjusting to our post-Paris flight in Squamish, Canada.
This Saturday is home, and yes, I love it as much as I ever did. Especially now that half and half is a very real and easily accessible thing here. (Don’t get me wrong, the Paris cafes live up to their expectations, but milk is SO NOT THE SAME THING as cream) I put a generous dash of cinnamon on top too just for good measure.
Ahh, those little things about home that make it feel like home.
Also, I have a ridonkulous amount of Europe pictures, just warning everyone in advance.