And oh how being tan makes me a much happier person. That and the sweltering heat seems to have dissipated a bit here in Paris, leaving nothing but blue skies and more urban tanning opportunities. (For those of you worried about the health of my skin, fear not: I always apply at least SPF 50…
Here I am thinking I at least have command of my native tongue, when it seems I can’t really express myself in english either. Maybe pig latin is where it’s at for me. Anyways, wanted to clarify my post on french healthcare, thanks to an astute comment calling me out for trashing a healthcare system…
Don’t worry, I didn’t fall off my bike already. But I did finally get up the nerve to see a doctor about my eyeball. Yes, my eyeball and I have not been getting along lately. Because while I enjoy staring at my laptop screen 90% of the day, my left eye would rather twitch frantically…
She’s no beach cruiser, but look at that basket! I’m so excited to start biking around Paris! Nevermind that I’ve been on a bike exactly 5 times since 1992. And I nearly killed myself hauling this one up the stairs. This is going to be awesome. Things I Loveweekend fun
The crazy continues: 2 posts in 1 day! But after I called Donovan my secret lover, I had to reconfirm my devotion to Bocanegra. Carlos honey, you may have questionable taste in books and shoes – but you are still my one and only. Photo: Robbie Fimmano for Interview Famous PeoplesoccerThings I Love
People, there is some wacky stuff going on today. For starters, I’m watching soccer. And if that wasn’t weird enough, there’s actually some scoring going on! I know, I didn’t believe it at first either. But then my secret lover Landon Donovan went and made this game mildly interesting. He didn’t even have to take…
There are many interesting things that I could tell you about this photo. For starters, I could say that we’re standing in a private residence on top of the Australian Embassy, facing a wall of windows that look directly out to the Seine and the Eiffel Tower. I could explain that this lovely international array…
Recap of my conversation this morning with our French bank, which confirms that I am living in an alternate universe: Madame, there is a problem with the account. I think someone tried to cash a check, and there isn’t enough money to cover it. Uh, ok. I didn’t write any checks though. Can you tell…
So I was packing up my bags as usual after french class last week, trying to make a swift escape before my teacher could make any indecipherable comments in my direction. See, I think he tries to joke with me, but my brain doesn’t register french humor yet. So usually I’m left standing there gaping…
I know most of you think that title pretty much sums up a typical jour chez moi. But contrary to popular belief, I do not sit around drinking champagne all day. I’ll have you know that I take several breaks for pain au raisins and sometimes go to french class, leaving just 6-8 hours of prime…
Unlikely Diplomat 