It's Me, Sara Louise

I’m so over this badge but I haven’t got around to making a new one yet. If anyone feels like making me one, I’ll be your best friend.

One of the absolute best things about being an expat is getting to experience all of the local customs and traditions in your new home. If you’re an expat in the U.S., you get to take part in 4th of July fireworks, in France the fireworks for Bastille Day (aka  La Fête Nationale), and in Great Britain, Bonfire Night where Bonnie was getting in on the fun. A bonfire, fireworks, mulled wine, and delicious English sausages (I lurve English saussies), and the burning of an effigy of Guy Fawkes. It’s good, wholesome fun.  

And what better way to really delve into local customs than to find a local to show you… Polly has got herself a Moscow man (that should be a song sung to The Village People’s Nacho Man… Moscow, Moscow Man…) and she’s posted all about what that’s like (which is surprising a lot like dating a French man just in a different language).

Here’s something a young American woman probably never would have dreamed she’d do but thanks to a move to England, she did… mudlarking in the Thames. What’s mudlarking you ask? Click here and find out.

And sometimes you find out that your new home has strange rules, like for instance, did you know that wearing tulle is forbidden at the Louvre? Color me shocked but apparently it is. In typical Ella Coquine fashion, she got into a kerfuffle with a museum security guard over tulle. That’s right, tulle. Ella was wearing a tulle skirt (as one does when visiting museums) and the security said that the Louvre was a tulle-free zone and he didn’t want to let her in. A tulle-free zone?! In France?! HOGWASH!

Sticking to Gay Paree for the moment…

If you’d like to get swept up in some sweet Parisian romance, read Rachel’s post about why her and her husband really went to Paris to celebrate their  wedding anniversary. It made me go all gooey.