Tag: travel
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the road to nowhere {part two}
Let’s see… where did we leave off? Oh yes, Gregory had dialled my number at noon as instructed, but my phone had gone straight to voicemail. It had gone straight to voicemail because I had turned it off! Somehow by the skin of my teeth I had managed to get on that flight…. As the passengers…
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the road to nowhere {part one}
You know something? Hitting publish on that blog post last week felt so good, I decided to do it again. Since it’s been yonks since I blogged properly, I have a whole plethora of tales to tell. Lots has happened in the past couple of months so this blog is about to turn into me…
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Celebrating San Antonio
I’m not a huge fan of crowds. I’m not phobic or anything, I just really don’t like them, like really don’t like them. I dislike them so much that I tend to skip lots of fun events because I don’t want to deal with hundreds of people smushed together and the long lines that accompany…
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Paris {six}
After I said goodbye to The London’s, I only had a few hours left with Gregory before his TGV to Toulon left. We thought that since we were in Paris, we should walk on over to that one special, not to be missed, romantic spot… The Eiffel Tower. It was only a short distance from…
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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 {trois}
When we last left my tales of Paris, we (Mr. & Mrs. London, Gregory, and me), were on our way to the Musée d’Orsay. I would love to tell you all about an afternoon spent touring the dazzling former train station and its impressive impressionist gallery (my favorite spot in my favorite museum), but I…
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Paris {deux}
Booking a 5:15 in the morning train seemed like such a good idea at the time. Sure it was early, but we’re early birds, and so what if Mr. London had an evening match the night before that we’d all be at. We could sleep on the three plus hour journey, and arrive in gay Paree…
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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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non, je ne regrette rien
It’s a funny thing, regret. Personally I try to live my life without it. Not that I don’t have any, of course I do (Boy could I tell you some stories!), but I try to live my life without dwelling on them. I don’t see the point. We live, we learn, we move on. That…
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Behind the Photos VIII
Two of the best things about being an expat are going home (it’s not that we dislike our new home or anything, it’s just that when we go ‘home’, we really, really appreciate it) and having friends come to visit. This edition of Behind the Photos features both. I visited my family in Dublin in May,…
It's Me, Sara Louise 