Yesterday, I walked into a new local bakery, caught sight of a display of macarons and was instantly transported back to Rue de Turenne in Paris, when I was a young undergraduate, studying abroad for a semester in France. Those crispy, light, beautifully colored cookies were my refuge. Every afternoon after class, I would go to my favorite café, sit on the patio and enjoy two macarons while studying.
Back then, the months and years ahead seemed to hold endless possibilities. My biggest stress at the time was how I was going to finish my French Culture assignment with an A grade. More than a decade later, seeing those macarons in the bakery reminded me of the beauty of life – its flavors, its colors, its endless possibilities.