Le Mesnilgrand
Travel Blogs from Negreville
No Place Like Home for the Holidays
... presents or shopping or cooking. It's about spending time and partaking with people who mean something to you.
As for myself, I'm excited to spend the Christmas season with my friends here. No matter what we do, I'm sure that we'll have a wonderful time with each other. And I'm really excited for my after Christmas/New Year plans: I'm going to Paris. Though, it's not really Paris that's exciting me at the moment: it's the company I'll be keeping.
Seasons Greetings
Tyler
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I love these girls, but...
... to mind, they try to play Mom and I against each other, and they can be very greedy and ungrateful. I'm also caught up in the middle of their parents' divorce, which I did not ask for. However, I know they didn't either. Also, they can also be nice, sweet, and cute. They can make me smile and laugh. They want to share their interests with me and share in mine. And I have to remind myself - a lot - that they are just children. The former frustrations, coupled with the ...
La Langue Française
... fight between the girls is over, or to indicate that we’re finished doing whatever we’re doing.
C'est pas gentil. –That’s not nice.
Merci! – Thank you.
De Rien! - You are welcome.
Si te plait/Si vous plait – If you (informal) please/If you (formal) please. Si te plait is used with the girls/family/friends. Si vous plait is used with ...
I'm Gonna Touch the Butt!
... of the way of the harbor in the middle of town, but it's worth the walk. And it's simply breath-taking. There's small boats, big boats, so much activity and adventure and yet looming over it all is a sense of calm as the sea gently beats against the embankments, and the ocean stretches out for miles before you.
So, I'll leave you with the pictures I took. :)
Gros bisous!
Tyler
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Addio all' Irlanda,dichiarazione d'amore a Dublino
... del sabato mattina, ho osservato i marciapiedi bagnati dove l’acqua ha cancellato i rigagnoli di piscio e le pozze di vomito lasciati dai bevitori del venerdì sera. Il fiume scorreva placido come sempre sotto i ponti antichi e moderni che lo attraversano. Ripensavo alla sera prima, quando un ubriaco nell’Internet cafè dove stavo aggiornando il blog è stato portato via dai garda, come si chiamano i poliziotti in Irlanda, e alla ...