Since it was my blogiversary, and one simply cannot let something like a blogiversary go unnoticed, I thought it would be nice to take a trip down memory lane with a look back at some of my favorite and most noteworthy posts, a slide show of sorts through the last four years of life in Le Petit Village. So grab a cup of tea or a glass of wine if you’re so inclined and get comfy… this may take awhile.
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start (Did you sing that bit? I did.), my first blog post ever, it had all of four sentences. I liked to keep it brief back then. And since it was the very beginning, there were lots of firsts; my first trip to Avignon (on the blog anyway, it was actually my second) when I learned what was really going on in all of the old white vans parked outside the wall, (so scandalous!), the first time I discovered that The LPV had a Pizza Night, and my first visit to Auvergne to meet French Maman and French Nana.
Of course since I was new to France, new to the language and the culture, I was prone to the occasional faux pas and disaster, like the time I brought a bottle of wine so bad to Papa’s house that it was immediately thrown into the to-be-made-into-vinegar vat (Gregory’s fault of course), and the disaster that was my first haircut in France, despite all of the meticulous preparations I had made.
My new life in Le Petit Village started to take shape and pass by quickly, I managed to host my first Sunday lunch, Honey Jr moved in across the street (I kind of miss those days when Gregory and Honey Jr would shout at each other from their open windows), and we adopted a three month old puppy that had been left in a dumpster and christened him Fifty last name Cent. And because I’m a traditional kind of gal, I thought it was only proper that Fifty’s parents be married, so Gregory and I headed west to Massachusetts and tied the knot.
Returning to life in The LPV I discovered a few things about my new dog; he likes to play rugby with his daddy, tourists like taking his photo, and he’s a psycho killer. (We’re still working on fixing that last one. We probably should have named him Dexter instead of Fifty.)
Big events began to occur; The Cousin got married, Honey B got married, and Brother-in-Law celebrated a birthday by throwing a rave in the woods. (Yes, you read that last bit correctly… he threw a rave, in the woods.)
I discovered what France is like when the country goes on strike and I found out that loads of people have loads of different opinions about it (read the comment section on this post and this one), and how elections are held here. I also discovered things about my my new husband (we were only newlyweds after all); like that he had never seen a single Star Wars or had a P,B&J with crusts on or off, he liked to hang out with Gypsies and he got sexually harassed by his doctor.
More big events occurred… Brother-in-Law and Child Bride had a shotgun wedding (I’m not joking, there were actual shotguns involved), a cheese festival turned into a Pastis festival, I was Indiana Jones for a day, and some hunters foiled a robbery and caught the crooks!
Naturally as this blog gets older, we do too. (Well, Gregory is ageing anyway, I’m currently holding at twenty-nine and have been successfully for quite awhile now). Gregory turned thirty and I thought it was time to properly introduce him to you, and that’s how he went from being known as ‘The Husband’ to simply, Gregory, and then you got to know him even better when he took part in my first ever vlog (I’m thinking of having a second soon).
And of course you’ve gotten to know me on this here crazy journey that is my life in Le Petit Village, but I really want to get to know you! So if I ask nicely (this is me asking nicely), would you tell me one thing about you? It can be anything, I don’t mind, just any old thing. S’il vous plaît et Merci.