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A Load of Bull
There was a word that I kept hearing over and over again in French conversations, and I had no idea what it meant. It sounded like, ‘Connery’. So they must be talking about the one and only Sean, right? But how many times could conversations The Husband was having with Papa, The Honeys, or Honey…
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I'm It
The adorable Morgane at One + One = A French Way of Life has tagged moi in a game of blogger tag. In bloggy blog world, getting tagged and being it, means that you have to answer a few questions before tagging someone else. Seems easy enough. In my best ‘Wink Martindale’ voice, let’s play…
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A Nice Stinky Day
Easter Monday, Papa’s Wife and I went to the markets in Forcalquier. The Husband wouldn’t be joining us, Papa needed him to help chop down trees in the forest. That sounds very manly, doesn’t it? And I think the fact that Papa suddenly had to chop down those trees on Easter Monday and needed The…
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Happy As A Clam
Never understood what happy as a clam means… does anyone? Are clams happy? Doubt it. I know I’m damn happy when I’ve got clams in a sauce on some linguine but that’s because I can be a little gluttonous at times. The point is… I’m happy happy happy! Yesterday morning, I sat in the sun…
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I Love Your Blog
Since the cat is out of the bag and everyone knows what I was really doing on vacation, I’ll tell you about the days leading up to it… which can best be described as a series of unfortunate incidents. Let me elaborate… a series of unfortunate incidents are not major life altering catastrophes, nothing tragic…
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One Last Thing…
A funny thing happened on St. Patrick’s Day. I married The Boyfriend. Oh, did I forget to mention that we were getting married? Oops, my bad. That’s us getting ready to walk into the church (the same church my great grandparents got married in). I’m not too sure what the confused look on my face…
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The Rest In Cliff Notes…
The meeting of Dad and The Boyfriend… I wish there was some drama, some tension or interesting tidbit about their meeting that I could write about but there isn’t. They liked each other immediately. It was easy, a quick handshake that turned into a hug (The Boyfriend suppressed his inner Frenchness and avoided the double…
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We Made It… Finally
Seven hours after landing in Boston, and 28 hours after leaving Le Petit Village, we arrived at my Dad’s house. That’s nuts isn’t it? Dad’s not a Kiwi, we weren’t traveling to New Zealand. It should only have been a two hour car ride, but we hit a few detours on the way. The flight…
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Are We There Yet?
me and my new Amsterdam airport friend “I feel normal here.” This was the first thing The Boyfriend said upon arriving in Amsterdam and looking around at all the tall, blonde Dutch people. The first thing I said was, “I know there’s a Starbucks here somewhere…” sidebar – The Boyfriend is actually only half French,…
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Midnight, Time To Wake Up
It started at 12am. Actually, 11:59pm. Don’t ask me why, but setting the alarm for 00:00 freaked me out, so 23:59 it was. The Boyfriend was nervous about the drive to Nice Airport. Marseille Airport is much closer to us, but our flight was out of Nice, two and a half hours away. Normally, not…
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