That’s my name on the doorbell

Posted: September 15, 2015 in Travels

Living happily together on our ‘Fifth Avenue’

It’s official! Perhaps not entirely legal yet ๐Ÿ˜ but definitely official. My illustrious frenchman added my name to our door buzzers and the mailbox. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท

Extraordinary research has been performed on every expat and American organisation within the Midi-Pyrรฉnรฉes and we attended our first social event avec beaucoup de plaisir. ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ It really is quite exciting. I think my life in France will prove to be a perfect fit. We also happy-hour’ed ๐Ÿธ with fellow Americans, though my stage fright quickly emerged. ๐Ÿ˜ฐ My frenchman saw another side of this scrappy little fun-seeker, all sweaty and timid for no apparent reason. Last time we were at the Crowne Plaza (yes, a Crowne Plaza, don’t judge me, this is Toulouse!) bar, by the time my frenchman walked in, I had a room full of hilarious airline pilots whooping it up. ๐Ÿ˜‰ However this time, I did get to exchange cards with the new Consulate for the US Embassy. We’ve been busy trying to strategize my path forward. I’ve got links to every American company with an office in this little metropolis, and enrolled in language school so I can put on that marketing envizage charm. Yes… school, one of my least favourite things at one of my least favourite time of day. ๐Ÿ˜ฃ Oh come on, suck it up buttercup ๐Ÿ˜ณ it’s only five 4-hour mornings per week, for six weeks straight! Minus one middle-of-nowhere France ๐Ÿ˜˜ family holiday for yet another random French ‘vacance’: Toussaint. Alrighty then. ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท Viva la France!

Last Friday we went to Paris, so I could frolic with my two favourite men for the weekend. โœˆ๏ธ Untrue to form, we all stayed in the tiniest little hobbit shoebox sized hotel. We made the best of it ๐Ÿธ with plenty of cocktails. ๐Ÿ˜† We walked the Champs ร‰lysรฉes, drank wine on the lawn by the Eiffel Tower, ‘popped’ ๐Ÿ˜‰ through Montmartre and took enough selfies to prove it was a lovely weekend. A couple days later I decided to randomly join my Canadian for an overnight in Madrid. There really is something to this whole European thing! ๐Ÿ˜

Our grande vacances (as the French call it) in July/August were fabulous. Two weeks ‘just the two of us’ in Paris and then my New York. Upper East Side bliss which my frenchman fell immediately in love with. When we returned to Toulouse, we spent the end of grande vacances with a week in my Bordeaux flat, followed by a road-trip to Saint-Chamond avec all quatre enfants. ๐Ÿ˜œ We ended our summer by saying a final goodbye to Bordeaux with an incredible Joรซl Robuchon farewell dinner. Then packed up the Renault to start our new life, together, in Toulouse. We are settling now into our routine of salads, spinning, school, visa comprehension and work… usually always ending with a thrilling episode of ‘House of Cards’. โค๏ธ

The path forward is looking more clear pour moi! And yes, it is so annoying to be one of those ‘we’ people. “We went to Paris”, “we’ve been busy”, “we stayed in”… and on that note I think we are very excited about this coming weekend in Roma!!! โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น exactly one year later. ๐Ÿ˜

Miss you!!! Love you! Mean it. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Hilarious what some people will 'bitch' about!

Hilarious what some people will ‘bitch’ about!

Paris with my guys…

My Southwest of France

Posted: June 15, 2015 in Travels

Place de la Bourse in Bordeaux

SNCF Toulouse Matabiau to Bordeaux Saint-Jean

Wilson Circle in Toulouse

After what was quite a riveting few weeks in late April with an impromptu trip to Southern California, I truly was exhausted… ๐Ÿ˜ด but oh so happy to be back in my chosen country. ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท

These days, my weeks are more and more split between my beloved Bordeaux and Toulouse. ๐Ÿ˜ It is fabulous now that my stays in The Pink City no longer require trรจs cher l’hotel… or the ridiculously tedious schlepping of toiletries! I can’t help but laugh to remember my girlfriend in Roma last summer, talking about the sud-ouest de France. Who would have ever thought it could become my home!!? ๐Ÿ˜ A mere nine months later… and I can’t imagine myself anywhere else. โค๏ธ

I am accustomed now to the perpetual “bonjour”, “bonne journรฉe” et “au revoir” that exists with even the most brief encounter, and actually find it charming. My pronunciation is improving with the help of gentile French children… who je pense are tolerant because of my blonde hair and American heritage! ๐Ÿ˜‰ It’s kind of cool being the only American they’ve ever met. Though I realise I must improve mon francais. Having thoroughly explored Bordeaux and Aquitaine, Toulouse and Saint-Chamond… we recently ventured even further into Nรฎmes. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท

My French love-affair began the moment I arrived Avignon, back in 2008. I’ll never forget it. Un ล“uf sur mon salade!!? ๐Ÿ˜† Subsequent visits to Paris and Cannes solidified that this love is veritable. Now, my unexpected familiarisation with the sud-ouest feels innate! Sure… I’ve sussed out every ethnic restaurant in the region because despite all the love, my palate cannot seem to acclimate to the canard, fois gras et poisson avec bones. Although I must admit BBQed canard is quite delicious! ๐Ÿ˜‹ I am well-suited for the customs of French friends, charming apรฉro and all the courses maman de mon compagnon prepares… which is truly incredible. I love the cheese shop within the castle walls of Carcassonne, the Pessac Leognan at Le Leopard d’Or in the middle of nowhere Samazan and the pooping elephant at Arรจnes de Nรฎmes! ๐Ÿ˜œ I get the meaning of all the vocal sounds like “tuk”, “hup” and “pbbbt”, and know how to deliver the perfect hand ‘ooh la la’ up-and-down shaking gesture that means “holy shit” or “yikes” as I can best translate. It is like living in a fairy tale. Cinderella had to have been set in France, however I’d choose the fairy tale I currently live any day of the week! ๐Ÿ˜ƒ It is more sincere than I could have ever hoped for and easier than any other time in my past… a dream.๐Ÿ’ซ It is constantly filled with surprising coincidences and sweet similarities. I am in love with everyday life. I love living in France. ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท I love my SNCF week-end carte pass! Plus, I’ve finally discovered the French equivalent to sour cream…

A couple weeks ago in Toulouse, I helped host poker night. ๐Ÿ˜ It’s been a long time since I was able to fully embrace my keen hostessing skills. Despite my poker ‘tard list which is currently hostage in Jersey storage, I actually played well too. Jimmy would be so proud! โ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ ๏ธ Trying to fit into my new franรงais world, I was taught the quintessential French card game of Belote! Ummm… it’s just slightly complicated ๐Ÿ˜ณ and of course that had nothing to do with the beer, wine and whiskey.๐Ÿท

As my French life continues to settle, happiness seems effervescent! My ‘nesting’ in Toulouse is affectionately welcomed, I am consistently surprised with incredible ideas, and am using our machine de sรฉchage et lave-vaisselle with fluency! โ˜บ๏ธ Believe it or not, the incredibly satisfying spontaneous, positive and fun life I’ve built hasn’t really changed much. It just happens to be in France and accompanied by the most amazing equal a person could ever imagine. ๐Ÿ˜ I’ve always wanted to spend Bastille Day in Paris… and merci to the kindness of my Frenchman and Le Meurice that dream is a reality in 2015. With an ever-increasing craving for Manhattan, I was offered a logical 10-day fling just after Paris. Look out New York: HERE WE COME! Imagining all the amazing randomness that awaits us is almost too exciting to contain. Fortunately between then and now we have a friend from Loire visiting, Season 4 de Homeland en franรงais, and a 4th of July pendaison de crรฉmaillรจre to host. ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท

As happy as it all is… my heart goes out to Ventura remembering eight years of happy memories with a very sweet and beautiful ‘damn dog’. ๐Ÿ˜˜

Fromage et vin in Carcassonne

Arenes de Nimes

Lemon drops!

Bopping around Europe these last few months, I recently discovered the most amazing Witness Protection Program, offering voluntary-enrollment! Intrigued, I signed up for one week… with options to extend. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Whether it’s with the Feds or UNODC (United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime)… well that bit remains confidential. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I can’t remember much about it though, it’s so strange. There were passports and lemon drops, airports and trams. There were French serenades and angry What’s Apps. ๐Ÿ˜† Four Seasons champagne and Jimmy Fallon, Skype and melatonin. Perhaps it would have been wise to write something down, next to the open bottle of Pessac Leognan or checked the credentials of the Bordelaise Sรปretรฉ, before I left ‘home’. ๐Ÿ˜œ Even better still: upon completion of my curriculum, this Witness Protection Program (Programme de Protection des Tรฉmoins) entirely wipes out the reason I even enlisted in the first place! Poof, here I am in Seattle. Love that! ๐Ÿ˜œ

For day two, aesthetics was on the agenda. A full highlight with my 40vol plus 10g Aveda Enlightenment & Dash colour, new makeup and a haircut… I’m certain no one could recongnise me now. ๐Ÿ‘ธ I have to admit, the whole thing was pretty legit. A true ‘walkabout’. My cardboard sign would read: “HAVE CASH – WILL TRAVEL”. ๐ŸŒŽ If I show up unannounced in New York, California, Portugal, London, Toulouse, Dubai or random in Seattle: please forgive my lack of advance warning. ๐Ÿ˜˜ Don’t worry, I bring all the necessary accoutrements: grey goose, champagne and Pringles. I am admittedly feeling a little rock star-esque… especially after reading my Facebook ๐Ÿ˜™ and decided one week was plenty of time for the WPP and me.

I Follow Rivers. โค๏ธ

Back in America for now, I am a little surprised by my jet lag. I’ve only been in Europe four continuous months. You’d think that where you were born, things would just shift right back into place. Like the feeling of comfort food. In my case, aside from stocking up on my Arm & Hammer toothpaste and Excedrin, I miss France. ๐Ÿ˜˜ ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท I miss saying ‘bonjour’ and ‘au revoir’ to every person I encounter as though it were natural. I will look forward to when I go home, ๐ŸŽถ “home is wherever I’m with you.” ๐Ÿ˜ I miss The Voice: la plus belle voix and cute judge Jenifer. I miss oysters and St. Estephe. I miss men in pantalon rouge. I even miss the signature ‘ding ding ding’ of SNCF… so that should really put it into perspective! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Having come to the surface here in Washington, how perfect to spend time with my nephew’s adorable family! I am so excited. I’ve not met little miss Brooklyn yet or seen my niece this pregnant. ๐Ÿ˜ Two little toddlers loving up their great-auntie, plus that down-home comfort of my nephew and wife… it will be so fun and lovely! I brought Kinder Surprises for the girls. ๐Ÿ˜™ Afterward, I’ll be ‘making the rounds’ with not much of a planned structure. I’ll touch as many of my lovelies as I can while I am in America… and still need to select a fun route home. ๐Ÿ˜„ hint hint.

Sufficed to say, whatever happens in the Witness Protection Program STAYS in the Witness Protection Program. ๐Ÿ˜‰ ย It wasย better than actual waifdom last year, plus it includes day time martinis.๐Ÿธ It’s strange to think that I’ve got a home in Bordeaux now and have hopefully begun to build a truly beautiful life between it and La Ville Rosรฉ. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ทโค๏ธ Make A Wish! ๐ŸŒŸ

Meanwhile… back on the ranch, did someone say ‘BBQ this Saturday’? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Ready to go back to France!

The only American in Dubai

Posted: March 16, 2015 in Travels

Dubai Marina, a view from Silverene

The anticipation leading up to my drama-less voyage to Dubai was barely endurable. Nothing but love and pure excitement saturated us all: the Canadian, Frenchman, Aussie, Brit and me: the Yank. High five! ๐Ÿ˜‰


Having eliminated the antagonism of my Dubai past, we were free to play, free to be ourselves, free to sing out loud, free to laugh, free to eat pizza, and free to dance in the streets. All of which there was plenty of! That, and perhaps some heckling ๐Ÿ˜ which I barely remember. But it was all in good fun: no drama. ๐Ÿ˜„

I’m sure it sounds a bit surreal and surprising to sustain… having close and meaningful friendships in places so far away. Somehow it’s just not. Not for me, anyway. My friendships are important and I pay them the attention they deserve. Distance is not a factor… only kindness. So when one of the most dear people I know was feeling ambivalent about an impending move, the idea for a Friday the 13th “moving party” emerged. ๐Ÿ˜ In Dubai? Pas de problรจme… and finally the opportunity for my love to meet some friends. ๐Ÿ˜ Way to live positively!

Trams, trains and airplanes from Bordeaux to Toulouse, Munich and Dubai was all it took, and poof! There we were. Such little time in such a bizarro destination… was it legal for us to kiss on the street?! Was it in poor taste to hold hands?!! Shoot, I forgot my pashmina at the hotel! ๐Ÿ˜ฌ Leave it to my fabulous posse to show us an incredible time, in true over-the-top Dubai fashion. ๐Ÿ˜„ Before we knew it we were lunching aside the “world’s biggest water fountain” in the “world’s tallest building” with the “world’s most British” hotelier ๐Ÿ˜œ and friend. No time for jet lag and rest… we had a Michael Bublรฉ concert to attend! After delivering our large contribution of duty free alcohol for the party, off we went to find the Dubai International Cricket Stadium! Instantly intoxicated by my hilarious friends and unstoppable laughter, we collectively decided vodka was the cocktail of the evening (big shock!) and charmed a friendly bartender. ๐Ÿ˜† ‘George’ couldn’t give us ‘triples’… but obliged with doubles plus a little extra to top it off. ๐Ÿ˜‰ We’ll have four please. And then four more๐Ÿธand then another four…

We sang along with the ‘bubes’, pliรฉd and twirled across the ground floor, and danced like nobody was watching. All night! What an amazing time… until I refused to move or find anyone until I was done eating a pizza, uh-hem another pizza ๐Ÿ˜ณ “let the guys find us!” ๐Ÿ˜ so I am told. Nice one. I’m so fortunate my frenchman loves me… he survived and tolerated a whole weekend of crazy Liz fun. ๐Ÿ˜

Friday the 13th finally came ๐ŸŽ‰ and we went to swim in the Arabian Sea. Only my brave frenchman succeeded as it was still a bit cold for me. I prefer the bathtub temperatures experienced in June last year. We managed to sunburn sur la plage within 30 minutes but had to get ready for “Bust this joint dot com hashtag Silverene” anyway. ๐Ÿ˜† We arrived to meet the most fascinating and rather hilarious Argentinean couple. One spoke better French than English which is a treat for my love to chat with. The other performed a private special duet of Aladdin for our small group, as Jasmine. โœจ

By the time the Arabian sun set, there was an apartment full of Dubai expats: all incredibly kind, interesting and fun. Knowing their host so well, it’s no wonder his guest list would be amazing.com. ๐Ÿ˜˜ I turned out being the only American! Love that. After a ginger-apple shisha it was time to call it a night… or for me, time to start work. ๐Ÿ˜ณ Only in Dubai!

After a half-assed attempt at a Marina 5k the following day, we enjoyed a Malibu smoothie and planned our last day: lounging with my two favourite guys. Off to another hotel for tequila and dinner at Maya: the best Mexican ever in all of Dubai, we prepared for our 01h50 departure. ๐Ÿ˜„ Planes, trains and trams through Frankfurt, Toulouse and finally back to Bordeaux… it was all quite worth it.

Such a short trip, but incredible! My brain won’t stop searching for more hilarious oxymorons and my frenchman and I already can’t wait to go back. Next time we will frolic in the desert at Al Maha! ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

Thanks to my lovelies for an amazing quick trip… and for another homemade guacamole send-off! ๐Ÿ˜˜

Bubbles, gifts and laughs before Bublรฉ


Exactly where I want to be

Posted: February 24, 2015 in Travels
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Place de la Bourseโ€ฆ along my jogging route!

Impossible to have predicted yet it should come as no big surprise, I’m rather settled in Bordeaux… for now! I have no anxiety, don’t wish for my life to be more fulfilled (it’s not possible!), or anywhere else than exactly where it is. Actually living in France really is remarkable… like a dream come true. Mon franรงais est encore pauvre, mais je gรจre trรจs bien. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ I don’t care what anyone says… the French are kind, to me anyway. I continue ma รฉtudier ร  la maison and practice at the nail salon and shops along Cours de L’Intendance. And, occasionally I find a chatty conductor on SCNF ๐Ÿ˜ to practice with.

Speaking of SCNF, I was happily aboard the TGV to Toulouse on Friday… a jumpstart to the birthday weekend. Why wait for Illustrious when I can meet him in Toulouse and share a romantic French dinner in the middle of nowhere, southwest of France ๐Ÿ˜‰ before heading back to Aquitaine?! ๐Ÿ˜

Thankfully I’ve already figured this whole European train system out. If I’d adhered to the ‘rules’ I would have been sadly stuck in Bordeaux. Of course I was running late, but arrived in just enough time to actually purchase a train ticket in advance. Now that my US rail pass has expired… I must purchase like a normal European person. I was told the TGV was full! What’s the deal!? A winter rush on weekend travel to beautiful La Ville Rose?! ๐Ÿ˜ณ Unwilling to sacrifice another moment apart from mon amour, I boarded the train anyway, and headed to la voiture de la boisson! ๐Ÿท Safely on my way as the train headed southeast… I found a kind conductor, charmed by my attempt ร  franรงais and bought a ticket. Il avait pas de problรจme! Love the French! ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท

I was quite excited for the weekend! After an unexpectedly perfect dinner in Samazan, and the discovery of Pessac-Leognan ๐Ÿท we explored the chateaux of my favourite wine St. Estephe, and Medoc. ๐Ÿ˜ What more could I ask for!? I’m exactly where I want to be. Despite the frustrating Envizage payments held hostage in the New York PO Box. It’s the one glitch! I suppose living abroad invites ‘challenge’ from time to time. ๐Ÿ˜ฃ Challenges that are easily erased by a charming French chateau, a romantic drive through the vineyards to the Atlantic Ocean, and a warm indoor swimming pool all to ourselves. โค๏ธ My ad libitum What’s App serenades from birthday #41 will be forever cherished… they are (all seven of them) the best gift ever. ๐Ÿ˜š

After discovering the contentment of absolute certain love, a Mexican birthday feast ร  la France, and the secret to a perfect crepe: I look forward to settling even more into my incredible life between Bordeaux and Toulouse. My people keep asking when I will return to New York… and that’s a tough one to answer! I have a moving-party in Dubai to help with, followed by a conference in Portugal. And we must figure out where is best to see Dominique ร€ and Cats on Trees in concert. Life is tough, but ridiculously sweet avec a willing cohort. ๐Ÿ˜Ž It’s a bit crazy to remember last year and realize what a difference one year makes. Now I ‘MAKE A WISH’ je ne suis pas un imbรฉcile, and have to rely on the karma I’ve created in that whatever happens from here… is the best path forward for me. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

Merci beaucoup for the overwhelming messages for my 41st… I miss and love my people! ๐Ÿ˜˜

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โค Our love is easy…

A site for my sore, tired eyes

Posted: December 18, 2014 in Travels
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Awwwโ€ฆ my Bordeaux front door!

As I trampled up these 67 steep stairs into my beautiful and cozy perfect Bordeaux flat, I knew I was finally ‘home’. Alas, I was at my door to total bliss after three weeks of absolute madness, several time zone changes and a schedule so full that it did not allow for all the travel upsets that plagued this bit of my journey. ๐Ÿ˜ž But fear not… I persevered and never gave up!!!

Everything started out smoothly… my two days in New York, perfectly timed to touch as many lovelies as possible, complete with a five-hour hair appointment so I could finally feel my blonde-self once again! ๐Ÿ˜„ The 06:00h departure for a pop-in to see Kelly in San Fran went without flaw, thanks to the kindness of my San Fran driver. For once, San Fran did me right and I landed with time to spare in sunny Santa Barbara.

After having spent three months in the EU, I don’t know why I was surprised to be tired so early. But my aunties were there to take perfect care of their beloved niece ๐Ÿ˜ and it was so nice to just be with them, and to gush over the illustrious frenchman. ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท Ahhh… home for Thanksgiving… it was lovely! But the nine-hour time difference from my love was ‘pas bon’. For the first time in my life, I truly missed being in the same time zone from someone. Someone very special. ๐Ÿ˜

No rest for the weary though, as the most stunning conference of the year awaited… yes, “I had to go to Cannes”. ๐Ÿ˜Œ Wait! What’s this I hear? A hurricane is headed to SoCal?!! Ahh no, San Fran strikes again: Air Traffic Control (bastards!) canceled my flight from Burbank. I had to get into ‘deal mode’ and sort myself out with taxi to LAX and an unexpected flight to London (which triggered a bank alert), plus a ridiculously expensive trek through Heathrow and flight to Nice. ๐Ÿ˜  But I made it!!! And all the amazing people I am so privileged to work with made the memory of any hassles quickly disappear. It really was a fabulous show on so many levels. ๐Ÿ’ซ It is difficult to express how grateful I am for all the fascinating and kind friends I have made that span this globe. It is truly awesome. In almost any city I land, I could expect one of them to greet me. Unbelievable… and so rewarding! ๐Ÿ˜Š

To be honest, as much as I love all these fantastic people… I was most anxious to get to Toulouse. ๐Ÿ˜ I had an incredible and highly anticipated weekend planned, taking this ‘love at first sight’ encounter to a whole new level. Despite another flight delay, it could not have gone better. It was a day that in my mind, has changed my life. ๐Ÿ˜˜ Or perhaps it merely justified and solidified what I already felt was true. I spent a perfect French day at Le Cite de l’Espace. โค๏ธ ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ

Being back in France the last two weeks has been somewhat like a dream come true, yet so comfortable, even ‘meant to be’. I cannot imagine myself anywhere else. The illustrious frenchman was in Bordeaux to relax, play in the Christmas market and watch Homeland en franรงais. This weekend, we will travel to exotic Istanbul. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ Hammam, Turkish Delight and the Bosphorus await us, and I am so enamoured to be with this man, in a beautiful foreign land, just three long months after we met in Roma. ๐Ÿ˜

Je ne ai jamais รฉtรฉ plus heureux!ย ๐Ÿ˜Š

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My beautiful Bordeaux Christmas!!!

Wishing everyone a happy and fulfilled festive season. xx and ooo ๐Ÿ˜

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FINALLY! Hungarian microwave popcorn! Thank you, my love.

As I attempt to familiarise myself with the world outside my travel bubble, I feel no strong desire for a re-entry into it. At least not from America’s eyes. ๐Ÿ˜ฃ Three full months of having lived in three very different countries has approached rather quickly and I don’t know how I feel. ๐Ÿ˜ณ I can’t wait for my hair appointment. I can’t wait for lunch with my dear client who always keeps it real. I can’t wait to see my goddess Kelly in San Fran even though it is limited to one short hour. Et bien sรปr, I truly cannot wait to be with my aunties. ๐Ÿ˜

I fell in love with a Frenchman… big shock! ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท All these years stalking sexy men in scarves has finally paid off! ๐Ÿ˜† Alas, this is not a silly illusion like those of the recent past. But sincere, equal and genuine. In fact, I cannot wait to get my derriรจre back to Bordeaux. Or… Toulouse. ๐Ÿ˜Šย I will be counting the days (treize) until we reunite for Saint Nicholas cheer with friends! I hope there will be no donkeys… unless they are carrying in the champagne. ๐Ÿ˜Š

It’s a little bit ominous how ‘done’ I am with the US. Sure I miss Hale & Hearty, “Veep”, and the TBS “Seinfeld” reruns, but I’ll sort all of that out. What is in front of me is so extraordinary… it’s difficult to express. It really is that incredible, satisfying and even mind-blowing. It may not be the easiest path, but it is most definitely an easy love. Nothing else matters… because it is so equal. I look forward to a French residency permit, bank account and, well… who knows!? ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท Perhaps a special trip to Chรขteau de Chenonceau, with a big tchin-tchin to our French formation friends. ๐Ÿ˜‰

D’accord… I left Budapest which is now arguably my second, third or fourth favourite European city. Actually, it has most certainly surpassed Roma. I only love Roma now because it is where I met mon amour. ๐Ÿ˜ The Budapesti people are simply incredible! So warm. This city will be truly missed, and definitely revisited! ๐Ÿ˜ƒ The culture, diversity and effortless beauty of the city… it just shines brighter. Budapest may sound far away and behind some gray Eastern European block, but it is inviting, enchanting and welcoming. My own little New York of Europe. ๐Ÿ˜š Life, at least for me as a temporary expat, was made easy. And the glรผhwein (vin chaud, mulled wine) is plentiful. ๐Ÿ˜Šย What a joy to share this beautiful city, its baths, microwave popcorn, wines, cuisine and especially kind people… with one very special Canadian-UAE royal spaz; and my love = my equal. ๐Ÿ˜˜ As obnoxious, hilarious, romantic and non-Hungarian speaking we all were, just one exchange was without a beaming friendliness, at Gozsdu Udvar. Packing up my Opera flat was a bit nostalgic. ๐Ÿ˜• The memories from Hungary are priceless. It is such a strange feeling. I am anxious to get back to France ๐Ÿ˜Š but have about seven lives to love before I get there! Ahead of me is two days in Milano, two days in New York, three hours in San Fran, and then finally… I’m with my aunties. โœˆ๏ธ ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ All I can say, is that Budapest is magic. And I can’t wait to see my Illustrious Frenchman the very second ILTM ends. ๐Ÿ˜˜

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return”โ€ฆ I always hoped one day I would understand the feeling for myself.ย ๐Ÿ˜

Welcome to my new world!!! Bus-free (with the exception of Toulouse public transport!), and full of life, energy and love. Not even Bob Dylan makes me think twice… because everything is alright. Sigh, back to Italy… I suspect Milano to be more dignified than “pizza, pasta, pizza”. The Dorchester bar will not disappoint, after my short sleep and departure from Hungary. (No Sir KWMc: not Turkey!) Turkey is next month and I’m Hungary now. ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ฃ ๐Ÿ˜… I am an asshole for making that joke, I realise.

My perfect Friday night: French lessons, a luxurious bath and Dorchester room service. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ Love to all, the next two weeks are sure to be full of crazy, but I am thrilled to see so many of my lovelies so soon. As I was toldย recently: “I have just one life to live”. ย xx and ooo

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I will miss the cheap Hungarian ‘extra-dry’ splits of champagne