Category: Living in France
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Sounds of Friendship
My friend Kristi and I at the sidewalk cafe in her French village, talking about our lives in France, sipping coffee, tasting each others cakes, peels of laughter, oh la las about French husbands, and you know… girl talk-he-said-she-said-I-said… Everyday…
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Viva la Difference!
When I arrived in France it was the subtle differences that hit me over the head…those silly little things that separated me from my known world. My expectation was that the language would be my biggest hurdle, and that the…
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Pair of threes and a Six, doesn’t mean the same Thing.
The American daughter-in-law was not in the cards, nor part of the deal. The dice rolled. I am the odd one out. Enough said, let’s play cards, I play to win!
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All we need we have Within
French Husband went to Malaysia with a friend. They went trekking in the jungle and exploring the sun on deserted islands. When Sacha saw the back pack that Yann was taking for his two week trek, one that was smaller…
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French Flea Market
What moves you when your feet don’t? Jumped out of bed, late… 5:45 a.m. Drank grapefruit juice, and hesitated about going… "Should I add to my blog now or do it when I come home?" What am I thinking??? Flea…
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Spark of Light
Light penetrates us like blood in our veins; it is life giving. it pours within us and reflects outward, the color of our soul is splashed on the walls of those around us. there are no dark corners, no dead…