Stories Collected While Living in France

French la Vie

Baguettes, Cafe au Lait, Berets and That Boy

French bakery sign

 

French red beret

Cafe au lait bowl

France

Baguette, beret and cafe au lait.

But the best part about being home is having That Boy, Sacha near!

He is home for Spring break. 

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Yesterday, we flew from Merida to Mexico City to catch a flight to France. Flying into Mexico City in the late afternoon was mouth dropping amazing. The airport is in the city's center; The plane literally flies right into the city… The building, homes, parks, buses feel like they are touchable. Literally underfoot.

The colors wildly bursting in front of our eyes! Landing in Mexico City was beyond anything I have ever seen. Unfortunately, my camera was not nearby. The megalopolis sprawls out in an ancient ocean bed, the mountains ring around the basin that inhabits an urban population of a mere twenty million. Monstrous sprawl of color, movement, you can literally see the heart beat, Boom, boom-boom, Pow!

 

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16 responses to “Baguettes, Cafe au Lait, Berets and That Boy”

  1. Jill Flory

    Yay for having your son home! I know you will enjoy it to the fullest! I love how you embrace life:)

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  2. Amy Kortuem

    Welcome home! I’ve enjoyed traveling Mexico with you. But it will be good to hear about your next French adventures!

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  3. meredith

    Welcome back. It sounds like you had a wonderful vacation. I’ve saved some of your addresses for who knows when in the future 🙂

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  4. Cheryl ~ Casual Cottage Chic

    Welcome back to France!! I’m ready for more of your adventures and photos of my favorite country ;-0

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  5. Marilyn

    Welcome Home. Your trip sounds like it was just amazing. Now I am thinking Mexico needs to be in my future.

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  6. Brenda L. from TN.

    Welcome Home! I am so glad you had a great time visiting Chelsea now it’s TB’s turn!
    It’s funny to hear you say “That Boy” as sometimes I thought that was MY boys name except I always put a “Honestly” in front! LOL! Now I say it to my 14 yr old grandson!

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  7. Kathie B

    Were you able to see Popacatépetl fuming away as you flew from Yucatán into Mexico City? And did you get any photos of the volcano from the plane? I think that would be so exciting!

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  8. Sharon Penney-Morrison

    Welcome home. I am glad you are safe.

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  9. Franca Bollo

    Is ptit wooshie with him?

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  10. Laura

    glad you are home, safe and sound. Mexico City’s airport freaked you out, huh? hehe – you’are not alone.
    Now you can rest from your vacation 🙂

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  11. Tongue in Cheek

    Hi Laura,
    No, the airport did not freak me out. I loved it. I thought it was amazing.
    C

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  12. parisbreakfast

    WOW yr home so fAST!!
    Come to Paris!
    a tout a suite
    I got room for you 🙂
    it must feel strange to be back-you were so embedded..thought you were gonna go native…ahem

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  13. Tongue in Cheek

    Hi C
    Welcome to Paris!
    I would come visit you, but Sacha is home and I want to hang out with him xxx
    It does feel strange to be back, one thing it is COLD!
    At the store today I said, “Thank You” then corrected myself and said, “Gracia!” The flushed red and laughed, “Merci.”
    Hello World.
    Hope you have a good time in Paris !
    C

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  14. Tongue in Cheek

    Hi FB
    Nope, not yet. The little Wooshie is two weeks old. The kitten will be a shared pet, because Sacha and his friend are not suppose to have pets, let alone cats, they are both highly allergic!
    Sacha said his friend named the kitten Wooshie. I think Sacha is going to call it Calico.
    C

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  15. parisbreakfast

    Yes of course
    quelle idiot moi
    I realized as soon as I posted it…
    one does not want to immediately go galevanting off after just returning to the homestead bien sur.
    Bien venue

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  16. Kathie B

    Do Sacha and his friend realize that a calico cat is a female? And that she’ll need to be spayed by age 6 months, unless they want either to keep a queen in estrus imprisoned indoors 24/7, or are willing to raise a litter of kittens after she parties with goodness-only-knows how many toms?
    Someday I’ll tell you all about the adorable, starving feral calico kitten that lurked outside Farmboy Husband’s building at the university begging for handouts, that he started feeding, until she was tame enough to catch and bring home — then 5 weeks later she tried to deliver her litter between our pillows in the middle of the night (her water broke there)?

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