Tag: Gatz
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Behind The Photos XIV
Today’s edition of Behind The Photos feature a hodge podge mix of pictures from the Autumn of 2010… snapshots of random bits of life in The LPV. And because it’s darn near impossible to think of Le Petit Village without thinking of every one’s favorite honey farmer, I feel it’s only right to kick off…
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behind the photos XI
When I look back on all of the big events that have happened in the four plus years that I’ve lived in Le Petit Village, I can hardly believe it; babies being born, the death of loved ones (a bit of a downer I know, but unfortunately part of life), and weddings, lots and lots…
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mon parfait dimanche
That means, ‘my perfect Sunday’, but technically I should have titled this post, ‘mon parfaite dimanche de printemps‘, which means, ‘my perfect spring Sunday’, because this type of Sunday really only applies to Spring and Summer. If it was winter, then this would all be malarky. When spring is in full swing in Le Petit…
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weekend
Did you know that the French word for weekend is week-end? Yep… week-end. I guess throwing that dash in there makes it a bit more French like. Who knows. Either way, I had a très bon week-end. It started off the way all weekends should start… deliciously. (Whenever I think about the word weekend, I think…
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he's all grown up now
It’s funny how quickly things can change. Last year when Gatz turned thirty, not only was I was left in charge of organizing his birthday night out, but I ended up having to throw together a last minute birthday dinner party for him as well. But this year, my oh my how times have changed… Gatz is all grown…
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hmmm
{I don’t have anymore apples to give you!} I interrupt this regularly scheduled program of ‘my birthday weekend in Avignon’ to bring you these snippets of my life here lately in The LPV. ++ See that pretty brown guy up there? That’s my new buddy Aero, he belongs to my friend Martine (Martine is from Ireland…
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Toulon: a photo essay
WHEW! Guess what I just figured out? In my advancing age, it now takes me two whole nights to recover from one night out. No longer can I shake my bonbon on the dance floor until 5AM, sleep for three hours, and wake-up feeling normal with a spring in my step. Nope, I can’t, those…
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in case you were wondering…
… what else has been going on during this long holiday season (mine officially ended yesterday after returning from a night in Toulon and I’m so very sad to see it go). {buy me} ++ The 2013 Dieux du Stade rugby calendar is out and I’m a little disappointed that one didn’t find it’s way…
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this day last week…
…we were doing the shopping for our Christmas Eve dinner. Oh how I wish I could go back there (even if that would mean battling the other shoppers at Hyper U and having my cart rammed repeatedly all over again). That sad ‘end of Christmas feeling‘ is beginning to sink in, but thankfully, I have…
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Mon Petit Sapin de Noël
This is my fourth Christmas as a Le Petit Villager. The fourth! Me, I can hardly believe it. But even though it’s the fourth, it’s the first one that we’re staying put, and since we’re finally staying put for the holiday, we finally got a tree. (My first year here we got Fifty instead of…
It's Me, Sara Louise 