It's Me, Sara Louise

One of the reasons I was back in Dublin was to see Niece make her Communion. Rows and rows of girls in little white dresses and veils clutching their dainty purses and saying their vows. I was grateful I got to be there. Living far from home means that you miss these things more often than not. I missed Little Niece’s Communion this past Spring and I’m gutted over it. However I did bribe her forgiveness with lots of French cookies when I saw her a couple of months after. I think it worked. 

One of my favorite things to do when I’m visiting my family, is to take the wee monkeys to the cinema. We usually see whatever 3D Pixar thing is on at the moment and stuff ourselves silly with too much popcorn and way too many sweets and then I return them to their mother, high on sugar. 

I went to the cinema with some friends as well, but this time instead of a sugar high, I got a Champagne one. The second Sex & the City movie had been released and the cinema was doing a special ‘Girls Nite’ showing that came with mini-bottles of Champagne and straws. Not a bad way to view a film let me tell you. 

This is my friend Texas Girl. Texas Girl, along with her mother, Kiki (you know, Ilene’s sister), and another friend who we’ve dubbed, The Puma, drove from Sweden all the way down to Nice with only pre-printed Google Maps to guide them. That’s hardcore. I met up with them on the Provence leg of their journey. It was the first time I had had people come to see me in France and I was beyond excited to show off my new home.

We had dinner in the charming village of Goult and I had the pleasure of introducing them to Pastis, Rosé, and Gregory. I’m not sure which they enjoyed the most but I have a feeling it’s a toss-up between Gregory and the Rosé.

We went to Monaco to get better acquainted with our friend, Rosé (you know how sipping rosé outside the casino in Monte Carlo is one of my happy places) and to visit the church where Grace Kelly got married. She entered the church a Hollywood actress and walked out a Princess. Magical powers that church has.

Since we were already all the way over in Monaco, we decided to brave the sun showers, and hop on over to Italy for some gelato because why not, right? YOLO.