Montpelier, France

Montpelier made a Francophile out of me. The quality of life here is just amazing – the city is lovely (stone buildings from centuries ago, tree-lined walkable roads), the weather was gorgeous and the food was sumptious. The more I travel, the more I believe that we accept crap for food in the States. We’re willing to eat mass-produced junk because it’s cheap and easy – and it affects our bodies accordingly. (Not that I have a place to lecture – I eat plenty of fast food because real food takes effort. And, after years of eating Gu, Infinit and other endurance nutrition, some of my tastebuds and “protests to yuk” have died.)