C'est Kiki!

Now that I've documented my family road trip around Provence, the story of another...

One of my bestest friends, Texas Girl (I know bestest is not a real word but I don't care, she's one of my bestest and the bestest so there)...

{KoMiKaZe driver}

Anyhoo... Texas Girl, her mother Kiki and The Puma, flew from Texas to Sweden and then were driving all the way down to Provence. It's craziness I know. And they were doing it sans GPS. They went old school with a map, an actual map made from paper. Texas Girl is wily like that.

Oh, and they brought this guy with them...

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Franco the mini piñata. Franco is of the paper mache persuasion, or as I like to say; papier-mâché, because I'm French like that.  

So luckily for me, them coming to Provence, and me being in Provence, we were going to have to see each other. 

After a couple of days in Sweden, they hit Luxembourg, Cologne, Nancy, and Lyon and then down to my neck of the woods; lunch in lovely L'Isle sur la Sorgue....

The Husband and I scanned the tables and there they were, nibbling salads and guzzling wine. They seemed to have adapted quite quickly to the whole laid back Provence thing. Well done ladies.

"Do you have any iced tea? No. OK, I guess I'll have a Chardonnay then."


After seven years abroad, and soon to be one year in France, Texas accents are like heaven to my little ears. Can't get enough. The Husband seemed utterly confused, but he didn't mind, he just liked being outnumbered by the ladies.

(He liked it so much, The Husband now refers to The Puma as Wife No.2. He likes to threaten me that if I don't behave, he'll runaway to Dallas and Wife No.2. Which is great, because I could really use the time off)

They spent the week hitting all the major Provence spots, and I got to see them here and there. But of course not as much as I'd like. 

(To be honest, I would have tied them up and kept them hidden in my little bungalow if i could, but that would've been weird). 

And soon the last day was here... what to do... what to do...

A little trip to Monaco for lunch? Why not. 

{Princess Grace got married here}

{The Husband and Wife No.2 }

And since we're here we might as well pop over to Italy for some gelato. 

Yes please.

 

{a little Italian rain}

And oh, we still have a lot of time left before the flight? 

Drinks in Monte Carlo then. It would be silly not to. 

{smells like money}

Let me tell you something about Monte Carlo, it's all very suave and James Bond - like. The name is Louise, Sara Louise. 

I could have stayed there forever. But as the bottles of Rosé emptied, we knew it was time to head to the airport *sigh*.

And off back to Texas they went.

But from all their hotel stays during their crazy KaMiKaZe road trip, they left me all this...

{I never have to buy soap again}

But with them gone I felt like this...

{I'm a sad panda}

bisou

P.S. And yes, OK,  bestest is a word , but it's slang so it doesn't count