Ok….so Kelly seems to have forgotten all of her many, many fans. BUT, never fear I have not. So, I am here to update all of Kelly’s loving fans. (man it’s hard to type on this French keyboard=even after 3 whole days of French keyboard use!!)
So, Kelly’s friend got in around 22h30 and then Kelly proceeded to feed her cheese and baguette. Self-absorbed airlines think people don’t need dinner between 18h30 and 21h30. Next day went to marché and ate chaussons aux pommes, bought cherries, and avocadoes-you know you’re jealous. The next day went to a French evangelical baptism. Swimming pool dunking in southern France=AWESOME
Kelly’s friend has been learning French children’s games. Kelly jumped rope. It was pretty cool. Mamie brought us some genuine French crêpes (look the e has a hat-Kelly says ’sweet’). Kelly also is eating chocolate in bed and making me type her blogpost so if you don’t like it blame Kelly.
Yesterday “les deux mousquetaires” went to Salon and Aix-en-Provence in search of chocolate, as you should know from a previous sentence (have you been paying attention?) we found some. One of the chocolate shops had an enrober. This enrober was in the front of the shop. The shop smelled like chocolate. I was in heaven…not literally. We went to about 3 or 4 chocolate shops (one of which was in Salon the rest in Aix). We ate lunch in Aix at an Italian sandwich shop. Our sandwiches had pancetta-Kelly wants you to know. The owner came up to me and told me to put my sandwich back in the bag while I ate it…oops. Evidently, I don’t know how to eat in France-another misstep by me-they seem to be common these days.
So then we tried to go back home…but, due to rude bus drivers, strange schedules, and yes, cough, another misstep by me ( I do know how to count!) we missed the bus…boo. Happily, there was another bus 20 minutes later and we didn’t die a lonely, hot, sweaty death in Aix. We wouldn’t have starved, however, because we had chocolate. YUM!
When we got home we drank some water and ate a few chocolates, ok, well maybe half of our stash. Then this morning we got up early…well you know 10 o’clock. Now we’re eating chocolates again and writing, or in Kelly’s case backseat writing, utterly ridiculous blog posts.
Y’all need to stop having so much fun immediately, lest someone get hurt.
Also, I have to know — how do you pronounce Aix? In my head, it’s “ikes”. (Talk about a French misstep!)
Today we picked cherries from our pastor’s tree! It was great, except now we won’t want to eat any cherries for the next WEEK.
Aix is pronounced just like the letter “x” — or as Carilyn says, “Like the “ex” in “ex-husband” or “ex-boyfriend”!”