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the emotional stages of going on a short trip, as told in GIFs
The saddest, most emotional news: #LTfrancais has come and gone. It wasn’t our shortest international reunion (that prize goes to our twenty-four-hour rendezvous in London back in 2008), but the three days we spent together in France certainly wasn’t long enough. In 72 hours, we bounced around Paris, visited FOUR chateaux, drank approximately 15 bottles of wine, AND the wino even got engaged! BEST. TRIP. EVER. And now… now we’re back to our normal everyday routines, and truth be told, it’s making us just plain miserable. Ohhh the rollercoaster of emotions felt in only a few days time. How’s a…
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style spotter: winter night in paris
OH MON DIEU it’s almost here! Tomorrow night, I’ll be crossing the Atlantic to reunite with my favorite redhead in my favorite city. Ohhh #LTfrancais, you couldn’t get here fast enough. Naturally, I haven’t started packing (who does that in advance, anyway?), but I have spent a lot of this pre-holiday Wednesday at work perusing Polyvore for things I wish I could bring with me. Some of the top items on my list: a warm winter jacket that’s still cute enough to gain Parisian approval, flat shoes for all the cobblestone walking, and, most importantly, a bag large enough for…
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#LTfrancais: le 3 day plan
It’s here! The week of #LTfrancais is HERE! Are you as excited as we are? It doesn’t really seem possible, but if you say yes, we’ll trust. To catch you up briefly: we haven’t seen each other since the romantic departed for France back in August. Then, the wino’s boyfriend surprised her on her birthday with a trip to Paris, and NOW! It’s here, it’s happening! In five days, we will be REUNITED. It will feel so good. So, what’s on the docket for this grand French adventure? Let’s discuss. Three days is not a ton of time, but we have…
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travel announcement: la france!
Paris is always a good idea. At least that’s what I believe. And apparentlyyy, so does my boyfriend. After telling me for months that our schedules — and more importantly, our wallets — wouldn’t allow for a trip to visit the romantic and the hubs until at least 2014, my boyfriend finally convinced me that Paris just wasn’t in the cards. Cue my twenty-eighth birthday, which apparently is the best and most important of all the birthdays, because I received the best surprise I’ve ever received in my entire life. Exactly one month from today, we’ll be wheels up to my…
