Nostalgia

Time flies when you are having fun.

I always get nostalgic in September. In 1984, 30 years old, with a one-way ticket, I left the USA for what I thought was going to be 2 months in Europe. I left my job as a pastry chef in a 5 star hotel in San Francisco. ( I had taken pastry classes and began working as a pastry chef in the hotel I had worked in since 1978 and wanted to learn more in Eur…