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My Petit Rant
Living in Le Petit Village is great and once I get the whole language thing sorted I’m sure life will be just peachy, but there are a few things that have been niggling me that I just want to get off my chest… 1. I can’t find dental floss. I have looked in four different…
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Scaredy Cat Sara
I’m a scaredy cat. I’m scared to walk out my front door into Le Petit Village at night. The same quaint and charming village which I love during the day, takes on a haunting quality in darkness. The only light comes from a few early 20th century lamps that hang high over the main street,…
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Julia Child, I Need You
Cooking in France for French people feels a little intimidating. Not for the Boyfriend because I’ve tasted his cooking and he lost the right to comment. Homeboy should NEVER be allowed near a stove or an oven, or even a microwave for that matter. Actually he shouldn’t even be allowed in a kitchen (he’s only…
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The Moonshiners
We went to the house of the Honey Family, Chez Honey, for an afternoon coffee. Mr. & Mrs. Honey are both very friendly and inviting but have zero English, which is fine, I’m in their territory. But It’s the thick Southern French accents spoken a mile (sorry, a kilometer) a minute, and usually at the…
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My Martini Quest
I’m having some cocktail hour translation issues. I would like a vodka martini, 007 style (yes, I know his was gin), as in shaken, not stirred, served in a chilled cocktail glass with an olive. The problem is that every time I order a vodka martini I get something quite different to what I think…
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The Mushroom Incident
Let me start by saying that this should have been a much happier post. A post about delectable wild mushrooms and the beautiful gourmet meal I would cook using them. But I’m just not that girl and that’s just not me. And I will also say that this incident, that will henceforth be known as…
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My Humiliated Flowers
I am a failure. My balcony flowers are on the verge of death. Maybe it’s the season, or that they were left alone in the Boyfriend’s care for too long, or maybe it’s just me. Either way, compared to these green French woman and their indestructible beautiful balcony flowers, I am a failure. Sitting in…
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He Makes Me Happy
It’s been 24 days since moving to Le Petit Village. For the most part, I have been very happy. At times ridiculously overwhelmed, emotional, confused, and homesick, but still happy. While I’m trying to settle in, get my bearings, and struggling to learn French, my happiness can mostly be attributed to one thing, the sweet,…
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Confessions of a Grocery Shopaholic
It’s sad to admit, but sometimes I enjoy grocery shopping, like really enjoy it. Give me a nice, clean, big, modern grocery store, and an uncrowded, off-peak time and I’m happy as a clam wondering up and down each aisle slowly perusing and comparing. Since moving to Le Petit Village, I’ve not ventured out on…
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Holy Goat!
Why did the goat cross the road? I don’t have a clue but it’s the oddest thing to see on a Saturday night. Driving to another village for dinner with friends, we came upon a dog and a goat walking together down the road. The Boyfriend hopped out of the car trying to scare them…
It's Me, Sara Louise 