Almost French!

Dear G,

It's been awhile.

Ok bye.

©

A few months in France and you wouldn’t recognize me! The vodka and pineapple juice has moved to the top shelf (for special occasions) and replaced with red wine. It is cheaper.

The cheese stinks but I can't stop eating it.

And it’s impossible to walk past a tarte aux fraise without swallowing it.

(pic from we heart it)

Sticky strawberries and slippery custard placed on top of a stiff crust that my fork isn’t strong enough to break. I am left with no choice but shovel it in my mouth. It doesn’t matter that the glaze drips all over my hand. Simply divine!

(Pic from we heart it)

My sister says I will get fat. But I’m almost French and French women don’t get fat!

First the bakeries, then the cheese and wine followed by three-hour lunch breaks (I wish) and before I know it (forgetting that I can’t actually speak French) I will be French!

Summer.

Dear G,

I miss summer.

OK bye.

This is how I usually spend summer in Australia: by swimming and snorkeling at the beach and eating chicken burgers; by making sangria and having a girls night; by running around in the warm breeze and complaining about my freckles; by eating prawns with friends and ice cream followed by a walk around the shops; by having salty hair and eating mangoes and strawberries; by taking my dog for a walk and then a swim and lying by the pool; by turning my pillow over at night to the cold side and having Sunday afternoon drinks at the pub in the sun and enjoying day light savings; by dreading the on set of winter and wishing that summer would last forever.

RAOK'd

Dear G,

People here are nice.

OK Bye,

Sitting in a bar surrounded by men, sport and beer is not an ideal way for me to spend a Saturday night. Also, the man I sat next to growled at me. Who does that? It is not very welcoming, but I am a tourist so maybe that is his game plan? Growl at the tourists and they will disappear?

Despite the growl, striking up a conversation with him seemed more interesting than soccer, not to mention his friend had a puppy!

Of course we talked about food. What else is there to talk about? I asked him questions like, where is your favourite place to eat? Where can I get a BBQ chicken? Where shouldn’t I eat? You know, just the usual stuff. His advice was to cook it myself and with that he left.

“Here you go, I bought you a chicken.”

Music to my ears!

He had returned with a BBQ chicken for me, on the condition that I didn’t share it with anyone.

I agreed and placed my chicken securely in my bag for later. There is truly nothing better than the gift of a BBQ chicken while having a few drinks.

This RAOK (Random act of kindness) made me laugh.

Wake up Sydney is an organisation dedicated to the kindness revolution. Turning RAOK's into a simple game of pay-it-forward. They suggest you could start by paying for coffee of the person in line behind you at the cafe and in turn hopefully that person will pay-it-forward.

"The feeling is magical!"

If you want to take things further you can order your free 'kindness cards' to indicate a ROAKing to the RAOK'd and encourage them to do the same.

I am pretty sure this man didn't mean to RAOK me, but buying a stranger a chicken ticks all the boxes.

I like magic, so I will see what I can come up with.

(pic we heart it.)

Poco Loco..

Dear G,

Eat your heart out.

OK bye.

It is about time a decent burger joint took some initiative and saved me the hassle (because it is such a hassle) of adding the most important ingredient to my burger – HOT CHIPS! Aka French fries, frites or whatever else … Mmmm.

Easily one of the best burgers I have eaten in awhile.

Poco Loco

47 rue Docteur PaccardChamonix Centre 74400

fat crap.

Dear G,

Fatty.

OK Bye.

It is supposed to snow this weekend leaving today my last opportunity to hike up to the Bossons glacier.

I know… hike! I am only in it for the view. My last hiking adventure, if we remember was the hardest thing I have ever done.

This was equally as hard. Actually it was steeper.

Recently my sister called me a fat crap. (you know which one you are!) This is partly true. Pizza is a regular in my ‘diet’. I have eaten it at least once a week, home made or bought, since about November last year. I worked in a pizza shop as well so becoming soft a squishy was a given. I am also unfit…. like I can’t walk up ten stairs without losing my breathe type unfit.

In ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, where Felipe and Liz are swimming, he says to her, "from a distance you are slim and slender but up close you are round and squishy." – That’s me all over.

So basically what I am trying to say here is that my ass needed a good work out today.

While I was climbing the only words going through my head were. I am not a fat crap… you are! That and the fact that I had already set out to climb this mountain, I couldn’t quit now. Could I?

The view from the top was amazing. I actually felt a little scared of the height while walking towards the ledge to grab a snap shot. Probably because of the two warning signs. The first saying interdit, (which I believe means forbidden) and the second was a picture of the little green man, only he was white and falling off a cliff. Poor guy, it would have been a mighty drop.

The way down took half the time and was triple the fun. I felt like I was flying. I jumped of every ledge, letting my hoodie flap in the breeze behind me… lol … idiot. I know, but there was absolutely no one else around, I could have sang my favourite tunes from Glee and no one would have told me to shut up.

Anyway I feel good after my hike.

(2 minutes in.)

(10 minutes in.)

Play with your food.

Dear G,

I found this picture of me.

OK Bye.

Annecy

Dear G,

Last road trip before returning the car.

OK bye.