Most of the French I encounter on a daily basis is a little over my head, but this sweet sentiment truly was. "Mais oui, tu es belle!," the mirror reads. ("But yes, you are beautiful!") Non—I think it should say "mais oui, tu es petite!" instead.
After finishing dinner on Saturday night but before the great toilet debacle, Colin and Anthony were enjoying a digestif of rum. Anthony, as one would expect for someone who's lived in France for years, knows alcohol well and, after offering his quick assessment, asked Colin what he thought. "It tastes like sunshine!" Colin joked, not … Continue reading Raisins
Ever since I moved to Paris, Spotify has played me ads in French. I actually don't mind this because, since I understand so little, it's easier to tune them out. One of my first purchases here was shampoo. I bought a bottle labeled "ultra doux" (ultra soft) in an olive oil scent. I expected essence … Continue reading Stray Observations
Hi, I'm a millennial, and the best indication of what I've been up to is the photo stream on my phone and camera. So, welcome to the photo dump portion of this blog! Some of these made it onto Instagram; others didn't because, let's be honest, nobody wants to be overwhelmed by dozens of someone … Continue reading Life Lately: A Snapshot
A couple days ago, our Airbnb host stopped by to check in and was surprised to learn that Colin and his crew were sleeping on Redonda ("In tents?!") and not just commuting back and forth each day. Once she had gotten over the shock, she realized that meant that I had been here, in her … Continue reading A Trip Around the Island
Well, that didn’t take long! Only days after I patted myself on the back for my bourgeoning grasp of the French language, the language gods brought me back down to earth via the horrifying event known as the language exchange. Nothing makes you feel more humbled and helpless than trying to have a conversation with … Continue reading The Post-Poste Post
The other day I alluded to my first visit to the post office, which only required that I find the right mailbox for a pre-paid envelope. Well, I had to go back to la poste this week to buy postage for two postcards, and that was a little more involved. When I got there, there was a line … Continue reading The Poste Post
The central tenet of life abroad, I've decided, is a little thing I call the "Rule of Three." Every single thing you do takes three times as long, costs three times as much, and brings three times the stress that it would at home. And at the end of the day, you are one-third as … Continue reading Allô? Does this téléphone work?
Last night, Colin and I were looking for a place to eat dinner at the ungodly-early-to-Parisians hour of 7:00 pm, and our options were limited. It was also snowing, which apparently hasn't happened in Paris in years. So, doing what every other cold, jet-lagged American tourist would do, we stopped at the first restaurant that … Continue reading Andouillette
It feels like a week has passed since Saturday, but my calendar assures me that it's actually only been two days. In any case, we're here! I've become so accustomed to the frustrations of international flights that I expected the hard part of our trip to be on the French side. Luckily, our arrival here … Continue reading Day 1, or is it 2? (Thanks, jet lag.)