It's Me, Sara Louise

Look at these two gorgeous girls! That there in the front is Nina (she was born in the good ol’ U.S.A. so I’ve got a bit of a sweet spot for her) and behind her, is her little sister Lily. A few weekends ago, they came to Le Petit Village for a date with Fifty (it was like one of those two on one dates on The Bachelor minus the bitchiness… actually, it was double the bitchiness if you know what I mean). But because neither of them have a drivers license, and walking from Salon-de-Provence to The LPV would take forever, they brought their parents with them, which was great because their mom just happens to be one of my favorite French people, La Professeur (you might remember her from this time or maybe that time).

And as if I wasn’t already chuffed enough what with an afternoon with my friend La Professeur and all, she came baring gifts… Starbucks ready to brew packs. My dream finally came true… I was drinking Starbucks in The LPV. It’s a pretty big deal.

I made Tex-Mex (La Professeur spent a stint in Austin so I thought she’d appreciate some guacamole and pico de gallo) and we watched a rugby match (of course we did). But mostly, we chaperoned the date, and tried to guess who Fifty would give the final rose to…

{a rare moment of calm}

{yes, Lily is wearing panties}

{first kiss}

{take 1,837,447}  It was a close one to call… when I saw Fifty and Lily kiss I thought she was a shoo-in for the final rose, but as the day went on, an initially shy Nina began to follow him around more and more staking her claim.