First Meal

Ah Paris…

My first meal in a foreign country was this charcuterie and cheese plate. Looks amazing, right? My picture couldn’t do justice to the taste, but of course what would you expect in Paris.

This plate represented a first for many things. It was the first “I love you” to the person I would choose to spend the rest of my life with. It was the first trip outside of the United States I would take – it had to be France, and it had to be Paris! It was not the initial spark of wanting to learn more about the people of the world, their culture, and their food, that had always been inside of me. It was, however, fuel for the desire to want to see more, to experience more, to taste more. It was the beginning of many more journeys to come.