Cachou enjoying the scenery.
Hey everybody! Sometimes, I just love France.
In previous posts, I have mentioned some of the life lessons France attempts to teach me, specfically endurance.
Of course, a person of substance, is always learning and practicing their craft, in other words, their chosen profession or passion.
France has taught me to endure. What do I mean by that?
Please allow me to explain: Imagine seeing your house on fire in front of you. You are standing there, helpless and numb, unable to believe what you are seeing and at the same time, believing that everything is going to be ok. This is what it is (sometimes) like living France and that is what I mean when I state, France has taught me to endure.
Then again, France has the capability to tickle my fancy everyday, if I let her and that is why, sometimes, I just love France. Especially when summer vacation rolls around. The French don't mess around with vacation, it is something they not only expect, but feel entitled to. It is one of their basic human rights.
The sweet husband took me to the south of France for a visit with my father-in-law (beau-père in French) then onto Spain.
We visited, San Sebastain, which is about a three hour drive away from Bordeaux. We enjoyed the scenery, held hands along the waterfront, people-watched, listened to some music, and stopped for a drink at a little hidden square in the city.
Check out some of our photos!
It is still the beginning of the summer, I envision beaches and a camping trip in the near future!
And what about you? Where are you planning on spending your summer vacation?
Have a safe and happy summer!
Until next time, thank you so much for reading and à bientôt. *bisous*
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...