pedrosanchez:

Pulled up a map of the US and figured out that I’ve spent time in only 7 of our 50 states. I don’t count “driving through” or having a ridiculously long layover in a certain state’s airport as legit. I’m missing out on so many!

Here they are:
Michigan (even though I haven’t been there in over 15 years)
Illinois (Chicago mostly)
California
Colorado
Tennessee (just Memphis)
Louisiana (a year back, just New Orleans)
and Missouri (because I fucking live here.)

States I want to visit most:
Vermont
Wisconsin
Oregon
Washington
Wyoming

States I want to visit least:
Mississippi
Texas
Florida

Ugh. Why did we never drive East and camp in national parks along the way? I feel like that would have been a completely wonderful trip.

I hadn’t really thought a lot about Vermont until a year or two ago, when I came across an article on some of Vermont’s rural towns. There’s snow in the winter, and houses are reasonably priced! If I can find an excuse to live there at some point, you can bet that I will.

(Source: lilabird)

pedrosanchez:

I have no idea what the people in the room above us are doing. I think they must weigh 500 pounds or maybe they’re moving their hotel room furniture or committing a very long drawn out homicide. There’s no way it’s sex. But it’s sooo fucking irritating. I think Beaune has been far louder than Paris. The birds here are crazy! They wake me up at the crack of dawn each morning. But the town here is very peaceful and it’s so easy to find something to satisfy my craving for butter or my sweet tooth.

We went to a wine tasting at a place that’s been running since the 1750s and has been in the family for 9 generations. We bought the first bottle we tasted which we both happened to like. It also happened to be of the least quality and it was the cheapest. The other three we tasted made me want to spit them up but I gave them an honest try. Definitely not a wine person, I suppose. Sorry Paul Giamatti.

This couple from New York we met at our chalet in Chamonix is going to take a chocolate tasting in Geneva! Whaaaaat!! I’ve always been a chocolate person. I love chocolate in all forms and about all price ranges and quality. Rum truffles and hot pepper chocolate and dark and above all I love Swiss chocolate. Fuck wine you know? Chocolate is so much better and so much more exhiliarating it’s not even funny. While I very much respect the complexity of wine and winemaking, fruit and chocolate are maybe the only things that will ever give me a religious experience as far as something I can eat or drink. Sometimes I get so in love with the carton of raspberries I’m eating that I could die right then and there and be perfectly fine with it. God but the butter here is actually sort of orgasm worthy, and I’d never been a big fan before. But the butter has this actual strong flavor that I can’t explain. And I’d never been in love with bread before coming here either, but god I could just spend all day chomping on a baguette.

And macaroons. Oh my goodness macaroons are the light of my life. Every morning I want to go to that pastry shop with the macaroons. I actually looked up macaroon shops for when I get to Chicago so I can eat more.

Wait—macaroons or macarons? Like, the coconut things or the awesome, colorful little sandwich-y things? Because if we’re talking about the latter, I can totally make those!

Actually, I’ve made them twice. Once, they were right; once, they were completely wrong. They’re bizarrely unpredictable, and I think something mysterious and magical has to happen for them to turn out right.