Dear France,
Where to begin? Thank you for the cheese, the wine, the bread, the pastries, the cute men, the sexy voices, the abiltiy to remind me that eating, drinking and laughter are really some of the most important things. Thank you for new friends with infinite patience who never laugh at my appalling pronunciation and even worse grammar. Thank you for a big hairy French colleague that no matter how difficult the working day gets, can reduce me to tears of laughter by refering to me as my little vol-au-vent, presenting me with flowers and flipping me the bird, all at the same time. Thank you for the weather that has warmed my skin tone up enough for people to stop checking my pulse.
Oh France, I shall miss you, at least, until I get to Denmark...
Yours sincerely,
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Don't sweat your pronunciation. I can't even master French Toast. Can't wait to hear what awaits in Denmark.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Love that you had such fun. On to the next!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE FRANCE!!!! I am trying to move there. Someday. Soon I hope. If it weren't for my 90 lb Golden retriever I may live there now.
ReplyDeleteOh poor you! Having to leave all that fun and go to Denmark!! (highly sarcastic remark from a jealous person!!) :P
ReplyDeleteTravel safely to Denmark. Glad you're getting a little color back.
ReplyDeleteThank you my lovelies, having a wonderful time!
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