Rating: Chocolate Cake
Okay, so my title may be misleading. Perhaps you thought that I was going to tell you about some airline/hotel combination that would allow you to see the sights for hardly anything.
Unfortunately, that is not the case. If it were, would I be sitting here writing to you? Maybe not. I would be out, wondering some bohemian-style, ancient street, taking pictures and savoring the smells (at least the good smells). Perhaps later, I would settle down to write about these experiences and post my pictures of the Parthenon or the Eiffel Tower.
Instead, I want to tell you about the adventure that I went on yesterday. It involved a book and it involved food.
Of course it did. After all, I am not The Very Hungry Bookworm for nothing. Two of the most transporting experiences I know are stories and food.
When I eat chicken and stars soup, I am no longer sitting at school or in my apartment. I am sitting at the cozy little table in my Mema’s house. When I smell a grilled cheese sandwich, I am at home, chatting with my mom. Pistachio gelato will always bring me to Paris.