Sometimes your life, everything about it — where you live, what you do, who you’ve become — can be traced back to one thing. One moment. One chance encounter.
For me, it was a poster.
It was Christmas time, and I was four months into a year studying abroad in Grenoble, France. My mother had come to visit from California, where I was born and raised, and we were traveling through the French Alps en route to visit a friend in Switzerland for the holidays. My mother has had a life-long love affair with Venice, so of course I had to show her the “Venice” of France: Annecy.