Here’s the conversation I had with the guy at the bike shop yesterday:
Him: “Are you ready for the snow on Sunday?”
Me: Jaw hits the floor. “Wh- the- snow? Are you kidding me?”
Him: Big shrug and amused smile. “It’s only May. Welcome to Colorado!”
I don’t want snow. I want flip flops. Sunburns. I want the Riviera. I’ll have to live vicariously through my own pictures and memories. Maybe I’ll crank up the heater, don a tank top, close my eyes, and drink a glass of rosé.
A few years ago, we spent part of our summer in Antibes, France. For me, I got to attend a French immersion program and explore the south of France with the friends I met there. Fabulous. For my hubby, he was working. Hard. Sophia Antipolis, located in the south not far from Antibes, is a mini-Silicon Valley, home to a growing number of software companies. Stef’s job had a site there, so we thought: great! Summer in the south of France! It’ll be like an extended vacation! For him, not so much. Poor guy put in some serious hours and left our “vacation” exhausted. I made sure to take one for the team and did extra exploring and extra rosé drinking. I’m a good wife like that. Here are some photos from that adventure:
Funny story, this photo (above). Apparently, a group of Swedes comes to Antibes each year to welcome the summer solstice. We were eating at a pizzeria across the street and the owner was watching them, arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head. Inevitably, a couple of girls needed to use the facilities and made for his restaurant. Their blond locks decorated with leaves and flowers and their innocent young faces alight with mother earth goddess energy, they asked him if they could use the toilet. Reality crashed upon them. He chased them off with harsh, “Non!”s and “Only for customers! Buy my pizza if you want to use my toilet!” Crushed and desperate, they begged, but elicited no sympathy. They finally gave up and left, and he turned to us and complained about the crazy Swedes who do this dance every year and line up for his toilet. I was almost scared to ask where it was, because I actually needed to use it too, but he told me, “You, I don’t mind. You ate my pizza.”
You are living a dream! Swoon!
Yes – I’m loving it!
Hehe, I had to deliver the “restroom is for customers only” line many, many times last summer.
Love your pictures! I need to go back down there sometime. It’s been ages…
I so love it there – beautiful place! Thanks for reading!
Three thoughts, ma chérie… My mouth is watering at that pizza… I lived in Sweden for three years but I did not know that some of them dance around the May pole in France… LOL I have language immersion envy when I think about that school you attended. 🙂
It was a fabulous summer, and that picture of the pizza makes my mouth water, too. I’d like a repeat!
Let me know when you finish writing your YA novel… I do love a good YA story–I’ll test read it for you :p
Will do for sure. Thanks 🙂
I really like your blog and appreciatte to the the beautiful photo you posted of our school.
Would you be able to contact me for a future partnership?
Your blog is really interesting!
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