Tag: The Boyfriend
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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…
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Rugby Boots
These are the Boyfriend’s rugby boots. They live on the window ledge. I would like for them to find a new home. bisou
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Pizza Night
I learned something new yesterday, Tuesday nights are pizza night in Le Petit Village. I was ready to cook dinner when the Boyfriend came in and asked if I wanted pizza instead. “From where?” I asked. We walked around to the local church and right there in front of Le Petit Notre Dame, a small…
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Dinner in Avignon
We took the road back to Avignon, this time leaving the Honey Van in Le Petit Village. The Cousin asked us to dinner to meet the latest lady. Off we drove with plans to meet about 9pm. A little sidebar about Avignon: it’s an ancient city dating to Before Christ (told you it was old),…
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Saturday Morning Coffee
Saturday morning coffee in St Michel. Cafe tables outside full of locals double cheek kissing bonjour and dogs sitting patiently next to every table waiting for a scrap. The Boyfriend runs across the street to the boulangerie for our breakfast pastries. An espresso and pan au chocolat for him, cafe au lait and croissant for…
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Certificat de Residence
It’s official, I live in France. The Boyfriend took me to the local Marie (City Hall) to let the French government know that I’m here, you know, in case they need me for something. We told them that I am an EU citizen and am now living in Le Petit Village. The woman smiled, said…
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