Yes! We have no bananas!
Marissa and I will be arriving in St. Tropez mid-afternoon on May 26th. We are meeting cousin, Johnny whom I have not seen since (1972?) I will be sharing pieces of that super cool reconnection here in my blog. I will also be sharing great food-finds from Italy and France, too.
Friends have asked me if I speak French. Hah! I bust out laughing. Ooh! La! La! I know two words: Legumes and la salle de bain. (Vegetables and bathroom.)
Just when you think those two combined words mean absolutely nothing, along comes a veggie-bladder diddy… The last time Marissa and I traveled anywhere of distance, we were in Manhattan… crawling to a restroom on the other side of the Marriott Marquis. We had purchased new shoes at some funky store near Central Park… Had the hair-brain idea of shopping in them all day. We hobbled to a swanky cafe upstairs in our hotel; ordered salad then asked where the restroom was. Our waitress pointed to the other side of the continent. (At least that’s what it looked like to our feet which refused to go back into our shoes.)
Marissa and I shoved big toes into platform leather things that (yes, we returned the next day!) We locked elbows then limped. Laughed and crawled. Finally at the restroom, we were greeted by two secret service agents clad in black suits and dark sunglasses. They were pressing plastic things in their ears as they halted us like human stop signs. The restrooms are closed, they told us. Was this a joke? Had we just stepped into a scene of the Blues Bros? We busted up. Bent over like two old ladies without canes. Hysterical.
“Have you been sucking Nitrous Oxide?” Seriously — this is what the agents asked us. I think that comment was probably one of the coolest compliments that a mother and daughter could receive. I cannot wait to hear the remarks when I break out my all impressive, “legume la salle de bain!”
Does your family still laugh about something that happened during one of your vacations or summers?
That’s hilarious!
Y’all are going to have such a great time in France. Just don’t go buying any fancy new shoes…
I bought shoes on my honeymoon in Rome last year - and no they didn’t fit either. Bought them when my feet were sooo swollen from walking around all day. When they finally came back down to size, they were WAY too big for the cute, overpriced shoes I had bought. And I was 8,000 miles away back home, too far to return them
Have a great time in France! Just got back from the Big D myself (well, just outside of the Big D - Justin, TX to be exact). I think I’ve had all of the beef I need for the year - and pecan pie, fried chicken, chicken fried steak, chocolate pie, etc. Missing the South as always!
I hope you have a blast!
I can’t wait to hear all about it!
oh lololol! you crack me up!
totally.
you’re a hoot, you know that?
oh my goodness my family reminisces and laughs about all sorts of silly occurrences!!!
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