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European Eats – Paris

Like you even have to ask if I’m going to write an entry about the food we ate on our trip. I’d be a fool if I didn’t take pictures of the delicious foods we ate and then talk about it with all you lovelies!

Now, please bear with me. This will be a longer post, but I assure you it will be worth it! Well, maybe it won’t to you, but it is to me – haha – and I hope you stick around to hear about our adventures of eating! :) We’ll start with Paris since that was our first stop. Then we’ll move onto Italy.

For those of you who don’t know where we went, we spent two glorious weeks in Europe: Paris, Venice and Rome to be exact. We had a hard time choosing where we would go. REB mentioned his interest in wanting to see Paris at least once in his life and even though I’ve been there before, I haven’t been there with him, so we picked Paris. I told him that I spent a night in Milan and fell in love with northern Italy (Lake Como, Milan, the Alps, etc.) so I would love to go back there, so we decided on Venice since I haven’t been there before. Then we picked Rome because…well, why not? Haha. So that was our trip!

So our first stop was Paris and we spent about 5 days there. That may not seem like a lot of time, but it actually worked out perfectly. We knew what we were going to do there ahead of time and we had enough time to do it all and also just sit around and relax.

We stayed in the 7th District on the Rue Cler and oh. my. god. I fell completely in love with that area. We were about a 15 minute walk to the Champs de Mar and the Eiffel Tower and we were staying on the cutest street filled with cafes, cheese and bread shops, markets every morning. It was just so lively! After we checked in and dropped our bags, we walked across the street to the Cafe Central. This cafe ended up being our local spot where we’d get Cafe Garamonds, cappuccinos, lunch, wine, etc. And it was ALWAYS open. Anyway, we were starving after our long flight – our flight that didn’t take note that we asked for vegetarian meals and we never got them :\ We just ate the snacks we bought (candy and chips basically) so we were starving. The one thing I needed right away? Breakfast, even though it was about 1 or 2 p.m. by the time we reached our hotel. Lucky for me, the French eat bread for breakfast and things like salads and eggs for lunch ;)

Omelet with tomatoes

It was cooked to perfection: fluffy, flavorful and filling!

Now something we both totally support about the French lifestyle is snacking throughout the day. And REB’s favorite snack was eating crepes of course! There were creperies every where and I was actually surprised to know the most common filling was Nutella. Either way, we had our fair share of crepes every day.

Hard to see, but the left three photos show the dude making the crepe. So good!

They were so delicious and the perfect snack to eat while walking around.  They were also ridiculously HOT. But I suppose that’s a good thing. The Nutella was just melted right in and got every where, but it was worth it. Simple, light and delicious. This was probably REB’s favorite snack while we walked around.

My favorite snack? Cafe Garamonds. It’s basically a plate with three little desserts (usually mini creme brulee, pudding, a mini cake, macaron or eclair) and then it also comes with a little cup of espresso. I absolutely loved it.

Cafe Garamond at Cafe Central <3


Cafe Garamond at a cafe on the Champs Elysees

Another sweet treat we grew to love were macarons! And there were shops for them all over! They’re becoming quite the trend here in America and I can totally understand why!

Our favorite flavors were: pistachio, lavender, espresso, lemon and sea salt caramel!


Michigan State macarons ;) Go green!! <3


REB’s coworker actually stayed on Rue Cler when he visited Paris before and told us about this great little chocolate shop near our hotel. It’s the Jeff De Bruges chocolate shop. Founded by Phillipe Jambon, this brand of chocolate is ridiculously tasty. So we made sure to get a little cellophane bag filled with different kinds of chocolates.

Totally worth it!

Speaking of famous, there was another famous brand we made sure to go see. I record Barefoot Contessa regularly on the DVR because I love Ina Garten’s recipes and I love hearing about her adventures in Paris. She actually owns a little apartment in the 7th district off Ave. Rennes. One of the things she’s talked about in several of her French-related episodes, is the Poilâne boulangerie. It’s a pretty well known bakery in Paris known for their breads with the signature “P” on their loaves.

We found it!


Just beautiful


Let's eat!

We learned quickly that eating bread and/or pastries and drinking espresso is the typical breakfast for many French. Or eating baguettes on the go from a street cart. This is a tradition I can get on board with ;)

And yes, we ate the whole thing. We are not ashamed.


Beignets filled with chocolate!


Chocolate eclair filled with chocolate

and of course….

A cappuccino to wash it all down! (my preference over espresso lol)

I wrote a post a few days ago about the goat cheese salad we had in Paris and we tried recreating it at home. Well, now you can see the pictures of this amazing salad from Cafe Bosquet. We went there twice. We found the cafe since it was near our hotel and the first time we went, REB got the goat cheese salad while I got the provencal veggie dish. But I ended up grabbing more bites off REB’s dish than eating mine. There’s a reason why. This goat cheese salad, or salad chevre chaud, was one of the best things we ate in that entire city. And the way this cafe prepared it was just delicious!

Ok first you need to see the dishes we got the first time we went. So I had the Vegeables Provecal and in the back there is that gorgeous goat cheese salad that REB ordered.

So our last day in Paris, we went back to Cafe Bosquet for lunch and I ordered the goat cheese salad.



Here's a better look at it. Doesn't it look super tasty?! It was too. I still have dreams about this salad. I also know now what we need to do the next time we make it so it can be like this!

So while I enjoyed this salad, REB ordered a croque monsieur. Now, this dish is traditionally made with ham and cheese. However, our awesome server picked up on the fact we were vegetarians and instead of just omitting the ham and leaving it as a cheese sandwich, they put tomato in it. So cool!

Note to self: Order this next time!

As vegetarians, it’s actually pretty hard to eat in France. In a country known for its beef, hams and duck con fit, it was really hard to find something to eat on the menu aside from eggs, goat cheese salads or pasta. So we took it upon ourselves to see if we could find any vegetarian restaurants in the city.

We were able to find one that was vegetarian and also had a handful of dishes that were vegan, so we decided to check it out. It’s called Le Grenier de Notre Dame located in the Latin Quarter. It was a tiny restaurant on a side street off the main avenue.


We definitely took advantage of the outdoor seating

REB ordered this delicious chocolate pistachio milkshake. It seemed like an odd combination, but it was actually pretty refreshing and tasty!

Their menu was interesting. It actually had a lot of Asian and Indian flavors tied into a lot of the dishes. So for an appetizer, we ordered the spicy goat cheese, which came with vegetables and raita. It was a pretty good dish since it was served warm and the yogurt was nice and cool!

For our entree, REB and I split the casoulet. I’ll be honest. It was just OK. It was filled with lots of beans, tomatoes and other vegetables, but it wasn’t very flavorful. It could have used some kind of spice, herb or even just salt! But, it was filled with protein, and it was filling, so I guess that was good.

So there you have it! Our adventures in Parisian eating! It wasn’t super unique food or anything, but we had our share of foods we don’t normally eat. I hope you all enjoyed and maybe if you ever go to Paris, you’ll use these tips and/or restaurant recommendations and check them out for yourself!

And if not, then pull up a chair and have a glass of wine with us.

Rural South

Traveling for work is something I never thought I would do as frequently as I do. The down side is obviously being away from home, away from REB, the dog, the bird, my bed (oh how I love my bed) and enjoying weekends there. But a real perk to our job is being able to explore surrounding areas or cities where ever we are. I’ve been fortunate enough to see some amazing places because of this job (The Yukon Territory, Grand Canyon, Eastern Seaboard, etc.). Exploring is a ton of fun and yesterday was incredibly tiring, but we saw some cool places here in the rural south.

We started our day with some breakfast at the local IHOP. Coffee, egg-beaters veggie omelet, and fresh fruit. The perfect start to our busy day!

Then we headed 10 minutes north into Illinois to visit Metropolis. Now, if you haven’t been to Metropolis, it’s a trip! If you haven’t already figured it out, it’s where they have this huge statue of Superman – ha! It’s pretty hilarious. They also have a museum, but we didn’t go through that. We took a bunch of pictures in front of Superman and then visited the statue commemorating Noel Neill, who played Lois Lane. Definitely make a stop in Metropolis if you’re ever in southern Illionis. It’s weird, and kitchy, but that’s what you’ll find in the rural south!

Both my coworker and I love railroads and trains, and we found a track nearby so we decided to go explore that area too….

After we explored Metropolis, we decided to drive an hour west to Cairo, IL. The interesting thing about Cairo, from what my coworker told me, is that it used to be this up and coming town back in the day where very wealthy people lived. However, when African Americans came to the town, they wanted nothing to do with them, so they all packed up and left. The town just sort of deteriorated and literally has become a phantom town.

By the time we were done being super emo hipsters taking pictures of rural decay, we worked up an appetite. As it turns out, we were near some town in Missouri called Sikeston. Another 30 minutes west and we were in Missouri at the famed Lambert’s Cafe – home of the throwed rolls. Down-home, southern comfort food doens’t get much better than this. We waited about 1 1/2 hours (expect to wait that long or longer!) but it was so worth it. To have rolls thrown at you (literally!), all the sides you want (fried okra, black eyed peas, macaroni and tomatoes, pulled pork [none for me though!]…goes on and on!), the most GIANT cups of sweet tea (or unsweetened if you’re my coworker), this place is so much fun. We left completely stuffed. My coworker literally got a skillet of ribs. Unbelievable.

At the end of this excursion, we were so tired. It was well worth it though. The one tip I can give people when traveling: check out all the little treasures nearby! You never know what you’ll find!

On the Mighty Mississippi

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve updated this thing! Sorry about that.

Actually, I’m not sure who I’m saying sorry to. I don’t think anyone actually reads this thing. (–_–;

I’ve been pretty busy with work, which is actually a blessing in my line of work. I kind of depend on being able to travel so that I can make some more monies (other than what I make of course). The last time I was on site was when I was sent to Bryan, OH back in January. So it’s definitely been a while.

A lot has happened since then (which, I’ll need to write about at some point. I’m actually working on this huge thing, but having some writers block. Hate that.), but it’s finally nice to be on the road. Well, sort of. I love being on the road, but I miss my loves like crazy. I’m so lucky to have them in my life, so when I’m away from them, it’s such a crime. True story.

This time around, I’ve been sent to Burlington, IA which is right on the Mississippi River. Although my time here is coming to a close (my last day is tomorrow), it hasn’t been a completely horrible experience. It’s a neat little town, but doesn’t have a lot to offer. Situated about 1 1/2 hours southwest of Moline, IL (where I flew into),  Burlington is basically known for trains and the rail yard. Ever heard of a little line called the Burlington North Santa Fe (BNSF) railway? It’s only the biggest freight rail in the entire country and runs all over the Midwest-to-West regions.

The rail yard just so happens to be situated directly behind the newspaper I’ve been working at for the past two weeks. I don’t know how people here can be so used to having to stop at the railroad every few hours! These trains are 100+ cars and they go at a snails pace through the city since there are so many curves on the tracks. You could be sitting and waiting for up to 20 minutes!

Regardless, I’ve been able to see some really pretty and interesting things while I’ve been here. I mean, I figure I need to make the most of any place I go – I’m stuck there for two weeks, which includes a weekend.

This is the Great River Bridge. In case you didn’t know, this mighty river separates the Illinois and Iowa. I love bridges though. I love all kinds of architecture and structures. It makes me wonder why I didn’t go into engineering.

…oh yeah. I hate math.

Have I mentioned I like night photography? I was determined to get a shot of the bridge at night because I love when structures are all lit up. It’s just fascinating. On top of that, anyone who frequents my Flickr account knows my whole thing with reflections (thanks to my amazing photographer uncle). This was a no brainer.

Front St. is right along the river and has a few restaurants, a walking area and really nice views of the river and this bridge. It’s definitively an area a lot of locals go to for evening walks. Or so I could see.

Over the weekend I wasn’t sure what I should do. Someone at the paper suggested I make a visit to Snake Alley. It’s apparently the country’s most crooked street. However, the one in San Francisco gets more credit and tourism probably because 1). it’s longer and 2). it’s a more notable city than Burlington, IA (or so the same person at the paper said to me).

Make a trip out to this road though. Incidentally, it’s still being used! I figured it was a historical marker or something, since it was all “old-looking” [translation: I think anything brick or cobblestone means unusable apparently]. However, I saw a truck with extended cab make their way down this road. Crazy!

Remember how I said love structures? I mean, look at this! For one thing, I love Cam because he was able to capture this for me, but I also just love how raised parts of the road are. It just shows how old it is and how sturdy it still is.

See what I mean? I found this street so interesting.

The unfortunate thing about Burlington is that there aren’t that many good places to eat. There was one place, ritzy Martini bar on the fourth floor of some corporate building and it overlooked the Mississippi River. It’s a good place with a LOT of martinis ranging from $8-12. Not bad actually, considering I’ve had martinis that were more than that (and not worth it mind you). It also has decent food. Lots of expensive entrees, but their appetizers are where it is at!

The other place I went to that was pretty good was a local Italian restaurant called La Travola.

The restaurant is super tiny. I counted a total of 7 tables. This is probably why the front desk at the hotel told me to call ahead to make a reservation (o_O) But in any case, it was a very small place with huge portions and friendly service. It wasn’t horribly priced either. The seafood dishes with mussels and all that stuff were over $20, but I think the most expensive thing on the menu was about $25. The average price was between $10-12.

I have a third of this amazing dish left in my hotel fridge. It was one of the biggest portions of pasta I’ve ever had! It’s the Cavatelli with broccoli and it’s in this amazing white wine sauce. A little on the oily side, but very flavorful nonetheless. And like I said, it was clearly enough for 3 or 4 people.

So yeah, overall, this place isn’t HORRIBLE, but I probably wouldn’t come here on a family vacation or anything. It’s a neat little town with a lot of local history and a very active railroad.

I have met some really nice people though. I run into all kinds of people with this job. Up-tight-nose-for-news type newsies and super fun, laid back newsies (mostly in the sports department).

I know these past two weeks haven’t been easy for them, and I know a lot of them really hate that I came in and told them “Yeah, your current system is going to change. Sorry ’bout that.”, but they worked through it and they’re using it and I’m satisfied with how I’m leaving things.

Burlington may be a neat little town, but I’m very anxious to get home to my loves. Like that one chick once said: there’s no place like home! …And I can’t wait to get there.

I'm no Dum Dum

I’m coming to you live from Bryan, OH. Please, stop cheering. It’s not that exciting.

The rural city of Bryan, OH may not have a lot to offer in terms of rest and relaxation. To be honest, the local hang out for the high school kids is to cause a ruckus at the local Wal-Mart. But when you’re 45 minutes west of Toledo, and 45 minutes east of Fort Wayne, and you’re here for two weeks and don’t own a dairy farm, you have to find something to do so you won’t go insane.

Unfortunately, it took me 11 days to realize that Bryan, OH, as boring as it may be, is home to a Spangler Candy Company, the factory that makes Dum Dum lollipops and other sweet treats!

In 1906, Arthur Spangler bought the Gold Leaf Baking Powder Company for only $450. Doesn’t seem like much, but back then, you had to be a pretty wealthy person to have that kind of loot. Especially to buy a company of your own. After his brothers joined the venture, the name was changed to Spangler Candy Company in 1920 after the decision was made to make candies and sweet treats.

Now, after more than 100 years, this business is the second largest employer in Bryan, OH (the first being the hospital) and still produces over two billion pieces of candy each year. Although now it’s run by non-family management professionals, it still has long-time employees, one of which who has been there for 61 years working on the factory line.

If you’re ever in the area, or taking a cheesy cross-country road trip, make a pit stop in Bryan and take a tour of the factory. It costs just $5 and you get to ride in a little trolley around the factory to learn about the history of Dum Dums, Spangler candy canes and other candies produced by the company.

Unfortunately due to FDA regulations, visitors aren’t allowed in the kitchen area where the the Dums Dums are born, but you do get to ride through the packing area and watch them fall off the conveyor belts into the packages to be boxed up and shipped.

The summer time is their busiest season, which means you should call ahead to make sure they can have a spot for you to take the tour. The tours only last about a half hour and run on the hour. Since it’s winter now when I went to the factory, I didn’t have to call head or anything. It’s a lot slower for them so I was able to walk in and have a private tour…because I was the only person there.

Cutest little trolley ever! Along the tour, as you ride through the various parts of the factory, you’ll take stops to watch videos that show how the candies are made.

I know how jealous you are of my sexy hair net (-_-; Everyone’s required to wear one when on the tour, though. The little old guy who gave me my tour, insisted on a photo so I could “show my family”. Gotta respect those elders, right?

Another downside is that aside from this trolley area and the gift shop, photography is not allowed, which can kind of suck when you’re a photog like myself. But that’s OK. The trolley is cute and more than makes up for it.

Make sure you stop into the gift shop to take a look at the glass cases, which highlight some of the fun candies they’ve discontinued and have other memorabilia. And of course, you can buy lots and lots of Dum Dums and other candies!

Enjoy a free Dum Dum while you walk around the gift shop.

I almost bought this. Cream Soda is my favorite Dum Dum flavor and they make candles in various smells (Butterscotch, Chocolate, Cream Soda and Watermelon). However, they cost $12 a pop (no pun intended)

Fun Facts:
•The Mystery flavor? It’s created during the flavoring process. When they run out of one flavor and start with a new one, the part of the two flavors that blend together..? That’s the mystery flavor. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

•Dum Dums currently have 25-30 flavors. I thought they had more! Their Quality/Assurance department is always developing new flavors, but a lot of them never make it past the first round of tasting. Can you imagine if your job was to test candy?

•First introduced in 1966, the Dum Dum Drum Man became the mascot and friendly face of Spangler Candy Company. The actual costume didn’t come until 20 years later. I was told that the Spangler men have dressed up as the Drum Man for parades and other public appearances. He’s pretty cute, isn’t it?

It might be silly and lame, but I actually had an OK time. The tour was cheap, interesting and really cute. It sure beats just spending another night watching TV int he hotel room!

So don’t be a Dum Dum! Go check it out for yourself!

Adventures in the Southwest

Most people know that my job takes me all over the U.S. and parts of Canada (I haven’t been lucky enough to be sent overseas…yet). Although travel has been slower this year than the previous year, I was able to travel to New England (one of my favorite areas of the U.S.), and to the south (meh – Kentucky). One area my company seems to never want to send me is the west (California, Oregon, Washington), but they do like to send me to the southwest. Last year, I went to Arizona twice.

I’ve been sent back to the southwest, this time to New Mexico. But not a big, huge city like Albuquerque or Santa Fe. Nope. I’ve been sent to Roswell, NM aka UFO Country. I somehow got sent in the middle of the week again, so I’m here over a weekend. This is becoming a common pattern now, it seems.

Regardless, I went around and around about what I should do over the weekend. I had originally planned on driving to Albuquerque to see a friend and go up this mountain in a tramway, even though I’d already done that. Since I’d been there before, and it’s almost 4 hours away, I decided to stay put in the Roswell area. The problem with Roswell is that it’s sort of in the middle of no where and the nearest city is at least 1 1/2 hours in any direction.

I was able to entertain myself though. I scoped out all the amazing signs and memorabilia in Roswell that deals with aliens and UFO’s. It’s unreal how people eat this up! I went searching for the sign that lets you know you’re near or at the crash site of 1947 when the whole UFO craze began. No such luck. It’s apparently on private property and is inaccessible to public.

However, this weekend I went to Ruidoso, NM. It’s a small ski area in the mountains about 75 miles west of Roswell. I must say it’s absolutely beautiful! It apparently thrives more in the winter time when the ski lodges are in business, but it’s still a neat little town with shops, galleries, restaurants, and a scenic byway to drive through in the mountains. Although I didn’t spend a lot of time there, I feel like I spent enough time to see what it had to offer.

There is a lot to see and do there. For one thing, there’s free parking every where. I didn’t see a single meter, which was a huge plus. The main attraction of the downtown area is a stretch of about 6-8 blocks. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but there are so many little shops to stop into and see all the local artists works. I saw so many local artists’ work including crafts, jewelry, clothes, paintings, etc. Also, stop into Noisy Water Artwear and go into the back of the store. You can do free cheese tasting and for $5, do a wine tasting of local wines from New Mexico vineyards. I was able to try some unbelievably good wines, including one that was infused with green chilies. If you hop into your car and drive around, you can take advantage of the pull-offs on the highway to see spectacular views of the mountains.

If anyone is ever in this region, I’d recommend going to Ruidoso.


On the way to Ruidoso, I took a detour through two little towns, Lincoln and Capitan. This is Capitan Mountain. It can be seen from Roswell if you look west.


That’s the same mountain seen from Roswell.


Driving to Ruidoso is a series of turns as you go through the mountainous region.


You’ll see many fruit stands on the side of the road traveling to and from Ruidoso. Except, you won’t find any fruit there. You’ll just see lots and lots of hanging chilies.


Some things never change: A weekend in NASTville

I went to Nashville over the weekend since I’m in Kentucky working for two weeks and needed something to do. My friends Allison and Max came up from Oxford, MS to visit me. Their drive is what I consider the equivalent of driving from my parents house to my sister’s place in Chicago: long, not exciting, but the end result is always a good time. Nashville is not a city I’d ever want to live in, or even vacation to, but since it was the closest city to me, and I hadn’t been there in about 12 years or so (and really, we had driven through it I think), I figured it’d be a “good” place to be.

As much as Nashville was horrendous and had nothing to really offer, I had the most amazing time with my friends. We met up with another former classmate who attends Vanderbilt University, Courtenay. I swear, it’s like the four of us just picked up right where we left off all those years ago. I saw Allison and Max about 2 1/2 years ago when I visited my friends in Oxford, but I figured we’d all changed a lot since we’re real-world monkeys and all. Not a chance. Courtenay hasn’t changed a bit and I loved it. We still had the same jokes and new ones and had more in common now than we did in middle school; and we were all great friends in middle school.

It amazes me the friends I have. It amazes me that I have friends in another state whom I feel more close to than some of my friends in Michigan. I love that we’re all still friends and can talk on a somewhat daily basis to make sure we’re alive and doing well. I couldn’t get enough of hearing what they all had been up to, what they’re studying, what they’re working on, where their travel plans will take them over the summer.

It made me think: What would have happened if I never moved to Michigan?


I would have attended OHS (Go Chargers!) and probably would have had Dr. Murchison for AP English just like my sister did (because the regular English class was a joke there). My parents would have probably moved out of the Faculty Row house and found another one because my dad would have most likely become tenured, and I probably would not have gone to a college out of state, like MSU. I probably would have attended Ole Miss and saved costs by living at home. It makes me wonder what kind of life I would lead. Would I have worked for a newspaper down there..? Or gone to a grad school in TN, LA, AL, or GA..? Would I have gone to grad school at all? I mean, I didn’t go to grad school here, but would I have because there are some great ones down south? Would I have studied journalism, or would I have done something like engineering because my dad teaches it and I’m exposed to it all the time?

I wonder if I would have stayed friends with all of them throughout high school. I’d like to think I would have because the people in Oxford weren’t the type to lose touch with friends they had in middle school. I think a lot of them are still friends with the people they knew in middle school when I was there. I know some other girls I knew in middle school are still friends with each other now, after all these years. It’s so cool to see the photos of them together during holidays when they all go back home and meet up for a drink or dinner or something.

It makes me almost sad that I never had the chance to do that because I moved so much as a kid. I don’t know why I feel so much closer to Oxford than I do to Columbus OH; Pullman, WA; or even Houghton, MI. Maybe because I was getting older and learned to appreciate friendships more and I honestly thought we’d never move from Oxford. People give MS a bad name, but Oxford is a really beautiful town with incredibly nice people and the things that mattered to the girls I went to high school with in Michigan, just didn’t matter to the girls down in MS. I think i would have had different morals about certain things, because you grow up around people with different morals and ideals.


The point is, they didn’t change. Or at least, it doesn’t feel like they’ve changed. It feels like we were the same people who used to sit in the courtyard before 1st period at OMS, finishing homework or talking about what we did the night before. Or complaining about Mrs. DeWees or Ms. Donald and how terrible they were at teaching math. I used to talk to Allison via three-way calling every day after school with another one of our friends whom I’ve lost touch with.

It was just weird to talk about how we were in middle school, and how they were in high school and how I was in high school. I was this awkward kid who moved to Grand Blanc, and I still was awkward through high school I think. I probably would have been just as awkward there in Oxford until I went to college and realized who I was.  I know that’s super cliche, but you do learn a lot about yourself in college, there isn’t any denying that.

I can’t believe it took me 6 years before I started talking to Allison again once I had moved. We weren’t that close in middle school, but we were in the same friends group and always hung out around the same people, ate lunch at the same table, had band together, our older sisters were in the same grade in high school and also in the same friends group, etc. We definitely were friends, but we are so much closer now and I am incredibly thankful for that. In fact, I can honestly say that she’s probably one of my closest and best friends I have, even though I only see her about once every 2-10 years (haha). But we make an effort to talk to each other and when we talk, we don’t miss a beat.

We’ve all grown up and changed. But we’re the same.
It’s weird and cool like that.

The gang