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Vocab Friday: Je couve.

Ahhhhh, mon rêve. My sweet chilled bubbly beverage of choice. Soon we will be together again, I promise. But for now, I sit. I wait. I dream. That’s life these days in Paris. With August approaching, we’re just on the cusp of full-fledged vacation mode, when Parisians flee the city in search of rocky beaches or…

Vocab Friday: Party crashing glee!

I had the great honor of being able to crash the very shwank Independence Day bash at the Ambassador’s residence last night. So instead of a vocabulary lesson, I’m going to share my time-tested tips for official party crashing. You know, just in case you find yourself in Paris next July 4th: 1. Find a…

Vocab Friday: Seriously?

I’d really like to stop talking about my boobs. Honestly. But the world just won’t let me forget just how freakishly obscene they are right now. And that means you get to hear all about it. So, earmuffs children. Or maybe eyepatches. Either way, it’s about to get personal up in here. Because last week…

Vocab Friday: les collants

Keeping it short and sweet this week because if all goes as planned, I will be sitting on a beach in North Carolina, getting ready to celebrate the marriage of two truly awesome people, when you read this. That’s after taking a 9 hour flight, a 3 hour car ride, and a 30 minute ferry…

Vocab Friday: Chez le coiffeur

Perhaps feeling emboldened by the gorgeous weather or just distressed by the snaggly nature of my tresses this morning, I decided on a whim to stop into a salon de coiffure in the 6th that looked friendly and didn’t cost more than 90 euro. I’ve only been brave enough to get one other haircut here,…

Vocab Friday: Aiiieeeee!

It’s a good thing my French teacher spent part of Tuesday discussing les interjections. You know, the French equivalent of those little exclamations and phrases you shout when you’re stuck in traffic or stub your toe or step in dog poo. Because when in France, you should be able to say WTF?! or UGH! or…