Viva Las Vegas and Remember the Alamo!
Hello my sweeties!!!
I do hope you are in top form and taking care of yourselves. If not, just do more of the things that makes you happy! Easy peasy, Ron Weasley!
Ahhhh, NO self harm, though. Big Mama has spoken.
Where to begin? Where to begin?
Once upon a time, there was this Texan, by way of Las Vegas, who fell in love with a Frenchie, and then moved to France.
Welcome to my life.
Today's blog post is about my American vacation.
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You should get a snack.
It has been four years since I have set foot on American soil.
There are many reasons for this, but the main one is that I HATE the transatlantic flight.
As you may (or may not) know, I am super-duper LAZY, I will find the quickest route or life hack to make sure I can return to my status quo, which is either eating, drinking or sleeping. I feel I am an EXPERT in those areas.
24 hours total is the amount of time it takes to shuffle my body from France to The States, complete with layovers, flight changes, and overall security BS. I usually have some sort of trepidation about flying, but "flying the friendly skies" is the marketing conditioning I've been taught, even though the reality is: I am trapped inside a metal flying box, for more than seven hours, traversing the Atlantic Ocean, with my fellow humans. Hence, my trepidation. However it simply fades away when I see the round, smiling faces of my sweet family and friends.
My American vacation, in one word, was FABULOUS.
I can not begin to tell you the joy and love I felt when I was "home."
My sweet husband reminded me France is HOME, but I feel I'm much broader than that, my HOME is EARTH!
Anyway, my vacation goals are the same as my life goals: I just wanna eat and spend time with the humans I love. And that is exactly what I did, and will continue to do, until my last breath unites with the universe.
So, let me share with you a slide show of my American vacation, and introduce you to my peeps. Go on and pour yourself something to drink, or grab a little something to munch on... or both!
Off you go, I'll wait. In the meantime, here's some good tunes to help transport you!
You good? Well, ALLONS-Y, y'all! Yeeeeehaw!
Remember the Alamo! My Texas tour.
VIVA LAS VEGAS!
Hot diggity dog! I LOVE ELVIS! He makes me feel things. And I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Las Vegas!
Both are electrifing!
Las Vegas is spitefully fabulous!
There is no reason why it should have ever been constructed, yet VIOLA! Respect.
And respect to those who have lived there and to those who currently live there.
We've seen AND experienced some shite! It's the reason we are spitefully fabulous.
So, I feel I am offically middle aged.
Jet lag snagged the shit out of me. I was a walking zombie for more than a week. But, now that I can string words together somewhat correctly, I'M BACK, Bordeaux!!! WTF?!!
Where's The Food?
Have a great one, y'all and eat well, my friends!
Frenchified for Life. Over and out!
Bonjour et Bienvenue!
Thank you for stopping by for a spell!
I am a 40-something year old American woman. Born in Texas, raised in Las Vegas!
Frenchified for Life
is a fabulous little lifestyle blog about truly embracing French life!
My intent is to simply inspire you to create something unique and beautiful in your everyday life. The French have this wonderful and annoying habit of seeing the world through rose colored glasses, might as well learn something from them!
That said, I lift my glass to you!
By the way, I mention the name Cachou (or The Cash) a lot, I'm referring to her...