Category Archive: France

I was looking out the window on the train and with no surprises, France is a magnificent country. The train passed by beautiful rocky mountains with patches of grasses, pure green grassy mountains, sparkling bright blue lakes, and grassy green fields. “Ding Dong Ding Dong” a ringing bell signal came on after about four hours […]

“Bonne Chance” the naughty leader said “Good Luck” to me in French as she dropped me off at the bus station at 8:45 in the morning on Thursday. All I knew was that I needed to get to Marseille St. Charles train station. So, I looked on the bus route map at the bus station. […]

I spent a couple hundreds of bucks on airfare to travel more than thousands miles across the globe to make my heart glow. I paid another few hundred dollars to pay the program fees to shine my heart. I hopped on the plane last Monday, December 3rd with hopes of improving someone’s life or creating […]

This picture says it all…

I pass by cars zooming by me with some fears, but some excitements. Wind flows in my face and makes my hair fly as I move. Every house I see are charming with typical basque feautures such as white concrete walls with red or green painted woods posted on walls. With crystal clear skies, I […]

I’m dancing ferociously, but not like a drunkard. I’m just dancing with fast beats and having a wild time with French friends in a countryside home of Anais’ friend, about an hour from Bayonne. Gourmet French food cluttered across the table and made my mouth water. It was so attempting to sit and eat every […]

In front of me where I was standing, there was a yellow house. This house is a western-American style. In fact, this house was inspired by this family’s trip to the west of US. These images that I was viewing are not new. I was returning to the place where I had loads of fun […]

As soon as I descended from the plane and enter the airport in Paris. Familiar smell of my favorite french food came under my nose. As I walked through the airport, I saw bakeries everywhere loaded with true french bread, croissants, and brioches. This gave me signal that I will be returning to “my grandmother’s […]

As I was on the plane to Bayonne, I turned on my iPod video and looked at the photos of my previous France trips. I was thinking back in flashbacks of all the great memories I had in my past two trips to France and why it was so hard for me to say good-bye […]

Tonight, I had pizza for dinner and I remembered that the French do not eat pizza with their hands like us, the Americans. They always eat the pizza with a fork and a knife! Also, in France, if we don’t finish our meal, we can’t ask to take the left over home…it’s rude!