It's Me, Sara Louise

Thank heavens for this Stylish Blogger Award from Laura at Everyday Life of a Young American Girl in France because absolutely zero has been happening around here and I have nothing at all to blog about (case in point: I was skyping with my mother yesterday and she told me that she was disappointed that I hadn’t written a new post, and I told her that that’s because I don’t have anything to write about so there you go… the proof is in the Skype). Back to business…  thank you Laura for giving me something to blog about.

For this blogger award and the prerequisite seven secrets about me, how about a list of seven things that I’ve done since living in France? Like things I hadn’t, or probably wouldn’t have done before. Sound good? Fantastic.
Let’s do this.
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1. I had never spoken French before. Kind of. Like I’m kind of speaking it now and I kind of didn’t before. I had French class in kindergarten but since that was a L O N G  L O N G time ago, I don’t remember any of it. But I’m pretty sure I sound like I’m in kindergarten to any French person that’s lucky enough to get stuck conversing with me (but good news… next week I resume my French lessons with the marvelous Professeur).

2. Even though I’m from Texas,  I had never seen a single episode of Walker Texas Ranger (and I’m pretty sure most Texans have never seen an episode either). Now I watch it in French. The Chuck Norris masterpiece is on Sunday afternoons about 2pm. When we finish Sunday lunch at Papa’s house, he puts the show on and promptly falls asleep while the rest of us suffer through it. Thanks Papa. 

3. Before a trip to Olympique Marseille’s stadium, I had never walked into a ladies room and found a hole in the ground instead of a toilet. I held it. 

4. I’m lucky enough to be able to drive to Italy just for some gelato. That’s one of my favorites, and it’s even better when you get caught in a sunshower…

{pink it’s my favorite color}

5. And here’s the deal with the beef tongue… I’ve tried it. And I’ll admit, I like the flavor, and if it was all chopped up in pieces and was more stew-like instead of a large tongue slapped on a plate, and if French Nana lied to me and told me it was just regular ol’ beef, I’d eat it. 

6. I’ve made wild boar pâté and have not eaten much since. I prefer to remain ignorant on some matters. Like how pâté is made (or whether the beef I’m eating is beef or beef tongue).

7. And of course, there’s that whole Nazi Ghost Zombie thing I have to deal with. 

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Samantha @ Samantha Sans Dosage

Candace @ Point of View

Jessika @ Wellness Through Wisdom

Would you kindly accept this Stylish Blogger Award 

and tell us seven secrets?  

bisou