Oh hey there! Were you missing me? I suppose you must be, you have been texting/calling me non stop. It’s like you are an obsessive ex or something. Yeesh, what a creep.
I have not kept up with blogging these past two weeks as I have adapted the lazy daisy French attitude. Why you may ask? I went to FRANCE!!!!!:)
My dearest big sister lives in a beautiful little village in the South of France. Talk about walking onto a freaking movie set. I felt like the leading actress in ‘Chocolat’. And while we are on the subject of food ( what a smooth transition) we should talk about french food. French cooking is a myth. The best food we had was in Paris at swanky restaurants, but otherwise-a total myth. French pastries and baguettes however are the way, the truth and the life of the baking world. I wanted to smuggle a suitcase full of french bread and choux chantilly back into the United States. Alas I chose not to, as it may have made the yummy treats taste like dirty clothes and vacation. We spent the week hiking to nearby villages, the first was St. Restitut-an old village with the sweetest little chapel I’ve ever seen. My favorite hiking day we walked up the mountain to an abondoned stone village buildt into the side of the mountain, we stopped on the way to go into wine caves and taste real french wine. But the trip of all trips was..you got it..
The whole world needs to know how humongous that the Eiffel Tower is, not to mention how beautiful-it was the most incredible thing I have ever seen in my life. Well, the second most incredible thing, seeing a calf get born was the first. NOT. My sister and I managed to see all of Paris in 24 hours. We ate crepes and drank french espresso, took a boat on La Seine. Walked the Champs Elysees and so so much more. But still, the Eiffel Tower-every person should see it. After you read this blog post, book a ticket and go see it. This is the type of peer pressure you should succumb to.
My sister recently got a nice camera, so we had fun on the more restful days taking pictures and biking to the lavender fields and vineyards. That makes it sound so beautiful, but the bike I rode was pretty janky-so if you are picturing me gracefully gliding along with a bread in the basket and red poppies in my hair. You are wrong. It was very ungraceful and downright sad, but poppies were in hand (they grow like dandelions in Southern France!!) and bread and cheese were consumed upon arriving home!
I traveled by airplane, car, train, metro, trolley, boat, bicycle and foot. This gave a LOT of time to talk to my big sister, well-mostly to just laugh with her-because she is a riot. Anna, if you are reading this right now-you are one funny lady, even though you are a paranoid traveler. Look in the mirror, cross your eyes and tell yourself “you’re beautiful”. Because it’s true, that’s why.
Now back to everyone who is not my big sister. My two week vacation was a dream come true, I got to travel, laugh and eat-what more could a girl ask for? I sit now in my own living room, looking out over the river-and pretending it is La Seine. These are the moments where I can think over the happenings of my trip, and realize that the Lord always gives me rest when I need it the most.
So back to what I said earlier, this blog post is coming to an end. Please don’t cry, please don’t call me-it’s not you, it’s me-and I just want to be friends.
Go book a ticket to France, and then we’ll have something to talk about:)
AND. As the french would have it, hasta la vista!
Just kidding, that’s spanish.
Man I am just a cornucopia of cultural intelligence.
Excuse my Spanish.