Tag: Starbucks
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Santa Baby…
Because I’ve been an awful good girl; I’d like a bathtub. If I’m going to be picky about it, I’d like a huge claw foot tub with a chandelier overhead Mariah Carey style, but I’ll take a regular old bathtub too. Just someplace where I can relax in bubbles and soak my tootsies. My stuff…
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Provence Lampoons Family Vacation: Part 5
“He who has seen Paris and who hasn’t seen Cassis can say I have seen nothing” -Frederic Mistral {photo credit} Sitting outside our hotel in Cassis, sipping an apéritif and admiring the view, The Husband posed a question… If I won the euromillions, would I choose Cassis or Châteauneuf-du-Pape? That’s a tough question because you all know…
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Provence Lampoons Family Vacation: Part 1
A hot and sunny Marseille welcomed us last Friday. We brought my Aunt and Uncle to Notre-Dame de la Garde, because walking your 70 year old Irish Aunt and Uncle up a 154 meter hill with a bazillion steps in scorching south of France heat is always a good idea. (It is like a bazillion steps, I counted).…
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The Haps In Dublin on Sunday
Warning… Warning… Warning… This won’t be interesting at all. I’m awake early and without Fifty and The Husband hovering, I’ve found myself twiddling my thumbs a bit. I’m speaking (writing, whatever) to you my Peeps to keep me entertained. This is what I’ve got going on today, it’s so very different from my new life…
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A Walk with Papa's Wife
Peeps, you would have been so proud of me! Last Sunday we went for lunch at Papa’s house, and stuffed to the gills afterwards, Papa’s Wife suggested that we go for a walk. We as in me and she. One and a half hours out and about and moi speaking French without anyone to help.…
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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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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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Back in the U.S.A.
The Boyfriend and I are venturing out of Le Petit Village and headed stateside to visit my father in the Berkshires and some friends in New York. This is The Boyfriend’s first trip to the States and I’m so excited to show him around, catch up with friends and family and spend a week surrounded…
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Montpellier
St.Pierre Cathedral When I moved to Le Petit Village I did so full of excitement for all the traveling the Boyfriend and I would be able to do. After all, once you’re on French soil, aren’t you just a hop, skip, and jump from the rest of Europe? From Le Petit Village, I am only…
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Le Tarty
Today the Boyfriend and I are leaving Le Petit Village and heading north to the Auvergne Region to visit… dun dun dun… the Mother. Our road trip this afternoon should be just under five hours. I was doing a little reconnaissance yesterday, checking out our route and what we may pass on our way, sights…
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