Tag: C’est Moi
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it sucks, plain and simple
The worst, absolute worst thing about being an expat is being far away from ‘home’ and loved ones when something terrible happens (actually this is the worst thing for anybody that is far away from home and you don’t have to be an expat for that). A couple of weeks ago a family member in…
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six hundred
It wasn’t that long ago that I was hitting publish on my five hundredth post (247 days to be exact) and I can hardly believe how quickly that time and a hundred posts have passed by. And I definitely cannot believe that there are six hundred posts here, that’s a whole lot of my rambling nonsense!…
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l'incident de champignons
It’s that time of the year again; the air blows crisp, leaves begin to rustle, and weekend activities change from barbecues and beaches to apple picking and pumpkin latte sipping. Here in Provence, Autumn means hunting boar and foraging for mushrooms.In the (almost… eek!) four years that I have lived here, I still have yet…
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where are you from?
This post has been sitting in my drafts for ages waiting to be completed, and in the meantime, Jenni from Story of My Life Blog has asked this question as part of Blogtember; ‘describe where you are from, the people, places and factors that make up where you’re from’, so since loads of these posts…
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itchy feet
“And just out of curiosity, are you Irish or American who just lived in Ireland for a while?” Good question Shorty. It’s probably confusing sometimes times with all my New York, Boston, Texas, Dublin talk. And to be honest, sometimes The Husband gets confused too and he tells people that I’m Irish and this gets on…
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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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Nothing At All To Do With France
… WARNING… WARNING… WARNING… Today’s post has absolutely nothing to do with my life in Le Petit Village at all. It’s about me and my inability to go a day without injuring myself in some way. And this is not a new thing, it’s not like I was always suave and then moved to France…
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I'm A Girl Genius
Learning a new language is tricky and can be slow going. The way my French is at the moment; I can understand the majority of conversation and I can speak slowly to certain people. I think the certain people part has to do with feeling at ease. For instance, I can sit with Papa’s Wife…
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Learning by Osmosis
I’m a big fan of learning by osmosis. As a method, I’m pretty sure that it has not been approved by any educational bodies, but none the less, I’m it’s number one proponent. I figure if I surround myself with French textbooks and dictionaries, French television, and my French boyfriend, it will all just seep…
It's Me, Sara Louise 