Ma vie n'est plus qu'en prose!!

(My life is no longer only in prose.) Nope. I hope you all don't mind, but I'm trying out different mediums to update all my favorite people -- and random passers-by, I guess! -- on my life over here in the South of France.

Elizabeth and I are fortunate enough to work in primary schools and have Wednesdays off, so she took the train from Cannes and met me at the train station in Antibes around 12:40 p.m. We then decided to grab lunch and walk allllll the way around the Cap d'Antibes in search of F. Scott Fitzgerald's residence in Juan-les-Pins. But after going the 5 km around the cape itself and still not being halfway there, we decided around 5:30 p.m. to scratch the idea and try it another day.

Here's a snippet of this lovely, albeit slightly windy, afternoon:



Oh and for clarification's sake... I said Elizabeth TOUCHED a fish today, not had fish (as in for lunch) which we thought may or may not have been poisonous. Like a jellyfish or something... that would be the reason why she'd no longer have a hand tonight. And yes, before you have time to make fun of me for it, I realize it's the Mediterranean SEA, not Ocean. My apologies, Earth.

I leave you with pictures from the adventure. Anyone who's ever lived in/visited Santa Barbara or Isla Vista might get a bit of déjà vu very shortly. Now you can see why this was such an easy transition after spending four years of my life down there!!

The view from our lunch table on the beach! How typical, sitting in the Southern French sun on the Mediterranean, eating fries, reading trashy gossip magazines! Hanging out at the stairwell of death!Tide pools down the cliffs."Naturiste beach for nudist." This tag was to be found scrawled across numerous rocks along our journey.Seriously, you're in denial if you think this DOESN'T look like SB.Waves crashing along the rocks.

...FOUR DAYS UNTIL CALIFORNIA!!

(I don't really feel like I warrant a break so quickly since the last one, but hey, I'll take it!)