It started with a promise I made to my mom. My mother had spent most of her life caring for our family. She had always put our dreams ahead of hers. I often heard her say, “Maybe one day I will go to see Paris. It must be magical, na?

On a crisp winter morning, we gathered at my place with steaming cups of coffee, like we always do on weekends. A few minutes into the regular banter, we found ourselves daydreaming about a vacation in Europe. The cozy ambiance of our weekend ritual slowly turned into a spontaneous travel

“I really miss the Chocolate Eclairs, Croissants and melted Cheese Pizzas of Paris!” said my wife while scrolling through the pictures of our Europe trip. “That’s all you miss from our entire trip of 15 days? I added. “Well, of course not, the mashed potatoes were great too!” she

I have always wanted to visit Europe, see its magnificent buildings, and try its local food. However, being so invested in my work, I never could actually take out time to plan this trip. One day while having tea with my wife, I discussed that I needed a break and