Tag: Eilo
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like whoa
Well, that was a busy couple of weeks. It was almost two weeks ago that Gregory left, and since he did, I’ve been a spinning top, whirling about here and there, trying to do this and that. First off, Fifty got sick. Somehow he managed to get something stuck in his poor paw and it caused…
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Paris {cinq}
The morning after our fancy pants, Parisian dinner (which I would love to say that we followed with cocktails and dancing until the wee hours, but I can’t because we’re old fuddy duddies), we met The London’s for breakfast. We were having a proper big breakfast, because upon rising, my mother declared that she would…
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Paris {un}
Saying goodbye to France from Paris seemed like an oddly, fitting thing to do. After all, I had been trying to visit the City of Lights for four years (and that whirlwind trip last year doesn’t exactly count). Originally, Gregory and I had planned a romantic trip for just the two of us; a couple of…
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Behind the Photos X
For today’s Behind the Photos (it’s been ages since I’ve done one of these) I thought we’d travel back in time for a special Christmas edition. We’re going all the way back to 2008, a time when I had blondish hair and bangs. The setting Dublin, all of twenty-seven days after I met Gregory, when…
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book giveaway: Franklin's Spy
I’m going to tell you guys about something that I think is pretty cool and that I’m really proud of… my mother, EE Bracken, has written and published two books… not one, but TWO! I know there are some people out there that think writing a book is a piece of cake, but I’m here to…
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five hundred
{La Petite and Mr. Chat courtesy of Child Bride} ++ 500. This is my five-hundredth post. I wish I had something more exciting to post than my usual random, round-up ramblings but I don’t. This is all I got. Je suis désolé. ++ 4:49AM was the time on the clock this morning when I woke…
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The St. Stephen's Day Terrorist
Looking at this photo, you would think that the St. Stephen’s Day Terrorist was the small, white dog who had eaten something that didn’t agree with his little belly. But no, as painfully odorous as that was, the St. Stephen’s Day Terrorist was actually my mother, who held us hostage with her particular brand of…
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Scenes from a Christmas
{Papa’s house} My Le Petit Village Christmas kicked off at 6:30A.M.. Why so early you ask? Well surprisingly, it wasn’t Fifty who woke us up, tail wagging, ready for his walk and to see what Santa left him. It wasn’t The Husband, impatient and anxious to finally unwrap all of his pressies, and it wasn’t…
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Santa's Little Helpers
{photo: courtesy of Kirsty} A few weeks ago, I met Kirsty (You Had Me at Bonjour, Kirsty) for dinner in Aix at a cozy place called, Hue Cocotte (we had let our husbands come along too and we all had a marvelous time… like a getting home at 2am kind of marvelous time). Well on that…
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simply too good to give it a name
Thank you to everyone who took the time to vote for me in the Expat Blog Awards. Thanks to you, Sara in Le Petit Village was awarded with the Bronze! And thank you for reading and commenting. Each and everyone of you make me very happy indeed.(For a complete list of the winners, click here. They…
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