L’hippie

Somehow, France has made my downward spiral into crunchiness even more of a chute rapide. See:

  • my tendency to shop at farmers’ markets
  • yoga every morning, both as a stress-reducer and a way to offset wine consumption
  • my newfound penchant for harem pants
  • listening to Enya’s Christmas album while studying without even a hint of irony
  • spending time at tea houses talking about global injustice
  • making spicy lentil curry so often for dinner that I almost forget it’s vegan

At least they don’t sell Tom’s of Maine toothpaste here, or I might be tempted to brush my teeth with that crap.