January 31, 2012

Eating my way through Paris


Six months ago, I departed for France. Six months ago, my WWOOFing adventure began.



As great of a learning experience it was working on an organic farm, I was more than ready to head to Paris after my three weeks were over. Ready to shed my manure-splattered clothing and return to civilization. I guess I am more of a city girl than I thought I was.



And while it was absolutely wonderful eating fresh, organic food during my stay (the tomatoes tasted exactly like what a tomato should taste, so much that I almost shed a tear), I was ready to stuff my face with what the French are famous for: butter and dessert.


I ate. A lot.