Last weekend was a long one here. La Fête Nationale (Bastille Day to you and me) was Thursday and The Husband had Friday off too. Extra long weekends mean a trip to Auvergne to see French Mommy. It went a little something like this:
Thursday
… 5am; time to hit the road because no traffic is awesomesauce.
… finding Vitamin Water at some truck stop along the way is like winning the lottery (a small lottery, but a mini jackpot nonetheless). I bought six. Score.
…Â 11am arrival at French Nana’s bar.
… beef tongue for the husband, steak and frites for me (this is becoming a bit of a tradition).
… Cantal for The Husband, Bleu d’Auvergne for me.
… r e l a xÂ
… visit my friends in the cellar Â
… bed.
Friday
… play tourist
… go to the park
… r e l a xÂ
… bed.Â
Saturday
… visit French Mommy at workÂ
… put these booties on for cleanliness
… feel stupid in booties
… lunch with French Mommy. Fish for her, duck for me, tripe for The Husband, because he always finds it necessary to order the yuckiest thing on the menu.Â
… r e l a xÂ
… bed.Â
Sunday
… said goodbye to French Nana
… hit the road
à bientôt
bisou
It's Me, Sara Louise 
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