Campanile Rouen Franqueville Franqueville-Saint-Pierre

... became much closer, he gave me the tour of his father’s land and that gave us an opportunity to better get to know and understand each other. Before when there were problems I was the least close with Michel, mostly because he works the most and I see him the least, but also because we didn’t understand each other’s motives for me being here. But once we came to find that our wants for my stay here are the same, all about being a ...

... res. Déjà, on voyait que les rues étaient pleine de gens.

La fête des lumière est un festival toujours autour du 8 decembre (pour dire : MERCI MARIE...lire sur wikipedia si vous etes interessés). Partout dans la ville, on retrouve différentes illuminations sur les batiments ou autres jeu de lumières préparés par différents artistes. C'est très jolie mais ya bcp bcp trop de monde...

... which sadly was quite small and only in French. However, there was a beautiful silk shop attached to it and lots of nice shops in that area, so it wasn't a waste of time.

Then I met up with Lis and we took the tram up the hill to a beautiful church which looked out over the city. The view was really amazing, and, as it was a clear day, we could faintly see Mt Blanc in the distance. We walked back down the hill and, feeling that we had earned it, ate icecream at a cute ...

... to take a photo of!

Final stop of the day before arriving at our destination, was in a small town, where we had to buy the cheapest bottle of wine we could find, and we'd get one point for every Euro that it cost below 5 Euros. We did a pretty good job, finding 1L bottle for 1.25 Euros (roughly NZ$2.50!).

Again it was dark as we arrived in Macon, and after finding our way to the hotel and dumping out stuff in our ...

... that I don’t know about myself and children?

Sometimes I watch kids and laugh, I think "God kids are so bizarre, they are sometimes like little crazy aliens". So in general I have mixed emotions about kids. I am too young, well not too young by scientific means, but not emotionally or financially ready for kids. I am I no rush to have them and hope to spend at least a few years happily (fingers crossed) married before I decide, or get ...

... gaining some (as most of you would tell me much needed) weight here, I actually am embracing it instead of spiraling into a downward depression and declaring my life a catastrophe and I am a worthless person (putting it lightly haahah). This time I am well aware that 1. A few lbs is not going to kill me or put me in the category of obesity 2. I had room to grow in all of my clothes so its not like I am getting bigger than before 3. My body will ...

... deal with eating and I need to cut back on the sweets just because sugar= cellulite on my ass. They eat a lot of deserts here and I need to just stay away from them. They are good for my stomach anyway. So back to what the doctor, I went in and explained to her everything that is going on and she examined my stomach and immediately felt the problem. What is it? Well I am full of ****, LITERALLY ...

... gave a big change to the film industry. I toured the house that the brothers lived in and it was gorgeous and huge and unbelievable. I had such a great time with Virginie and Julie.

****** part is that the next afternoon I got reprimanded for my attitude. Basically torn to shreds with words and I stood there speechless with nothing to say. For those of you who know me, you know that I ALWAYS ...

... to the Palais were very nice and generously gave us tips for the rest of the day, and maps, and instructions to try the St. Joseph region of the Ardeche on the other side of the Rhone for wine. They said Crozes Hermitage is all the rage around here, but St. Joseph is better. The French 'e' is pronounced like 'uh' as in the, but is sometimes more like a 'U', so St,. Joseph came out like Saint Josoof. We violated our own rules by going into the ...

... Sacre Couer in Paris, ironically at the highest point in Lyon, much like the Sacre Couer was in Paris. We naturally followed our "hasn't failed us yet" sense of direction up the winding cobbled roads and flights of staircases. We were very surprised to see such old architecture in the houses.They seemed to date back to at least the 19th century. The part of town where we stepped off the bus was very modern in architecture. And then, as we crested what appeared to be the ...