Sunday, July 8, 2012

Escape From LPV Mountain


When the going gets tough, the tough get going. That's a fact you know. 
Last week when the going was really tough (due to the life hiccup we experienced) The Husband and I decided that we needed to get going... right out of town. We wanted to relax, just the two of us, no Gatz. That was my number one requirement. (Not that I don't love The Husband's brother from another mother, but heaven knows, sometimes a girl needs a break, and by girl, I mean me.)

We decided on Sète because The Husband used to work next to Sète and loves it and I've never been. Plus he has been telling me all about some 'meat restaurant' that's there for ages (apparently all The Husband needs is the beach and a big slab of meat). I found a hotel with a rooftop pool that overlooks the Mediterranean. Heaven. And then The Husband exclaimed, "I'm going to lie by that pool all day" and I said, "me too" and then I thought to myself, "Wait a second, why are we going to drive three hours, just to lie by a pool, surely we could have a relaxing time, just the two of us, lying by a pool closer?"

And that my friends, is how we decided to go to Avignon instead.


After dropping Fifty off at camp, we arrived in Avignon at 11a.m. and in an attempt to distract me from Zara, The Husband took me to a wine bar for a glass of Rosé (vin blanc for him) and the sweetest little man came over and asked if he had heard correctly; were we indeed speaking English. We told him that yes, we were indeed speaking English. He was surprised because the wine bar is tucked away in a small side street and not many tourists find it. I explained that I wasn't a tourist, I lived there, well not too far from there anyway and then we transitioned back into French and he told us all about how he was from India but had lived in France since he was eighteen (so I'm guessing for at least fifty years) but now he has prostate cancer and he inquired how old The Husband was, and then told him that as soon as he turns forty, he is to go straight to the hospital for a full body scan to make sure that he is completely healthy.

The point of all of this information about the conversation is this.... I understood everything that this little old man said perfectly. His accent was crystal clear to my non-French ears. So obviously, Indians in France are my people and I need to find an Indian expat group to hang with immediately.


A short while later we were exiting the walls of Avignon and checking into the hotel, and by 2p.m., I was lying poolside with a stack of magazines. It was perfect, it was exactly what we needed.

Later that night, when I was getting ready for dinner and thinking that I had reached the pinnacle point of relaxation (thanks in part to a ridiculously long bubble bath which for me, who hasn't had a bathtub for almost three years, is the bees knees) and feeling almost delirious with happiness, I made the terrible mistake of saying it. I actually said; "I don't think I could possibly be any happier at this moment, today has been perfect." 

And that's when the universe decided that this all was poppycock, no one has the right to be that happy. So my hair got sucked up by the hairdryer motor and I had to cut a big ol' chunk of it off.

True story. 

bisou

37 comments:

  1. Oh you do make me laugh though in fact the whole matter is obviously quite serious. Never the less despite it all I hope that you have relaxed a bit and life is getting back to normal for you :) Have a good Sunday Diane

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  2. Are there many if any expat groups in the new LPV?

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  3. and I am VERY jealous of your bubble bath! every time we go on vacation I ask if the hotel room has a big long tub.

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  4. Sounds so fun (minus the hair dryer part)! I love visiting off the beaten path restaurants and wine bars... and then meeting the most interesting people inside of them :)

    xxx
    Jenna

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  5. This sounds like perfection... the only pool we have in town is indoors which defeats the purpose of laying out... Hope you are feeling better - sounds like a perfect remedy!

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  6. Awesome! You know, missing a chunk is a pretty good outcome - I've heard where the hair goes into the motor and then catches on fire. That is some bad juju. So I think missing a chuck is, relatively, not bad.
    And I'm with you on bubble baths with wine - the pinnacle of relaxation. So glad you guys had a great time.
    P.S. I think you're onto something with the Indian expats - I always understand everything Apu says when I watch dubbed Simpsons.

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  7. #1 - meat restaurant. My younger hubs (now that we've bonded through our love of the younger man) is in love with all meat restaurants. If they bring it, he will eat it.

    #2 - I didn't mean to, but I spewed my coffee and laughed out loud just now while you were telling the tale of the happiness and the hairdryer. I'm often VERY AFRAID to piss off the happiness goddess by bragging how happy I am. I do it anyway, but just sayin.

    You make me laugh!

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  8. Hell hath no furry as a hair dryer hopped up on fate....

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  9. Sorry the hairdryer spoiled your escape from LPV to Avignon. You obviously had fabulous weather and your pictures are great! Thanks for sharing!

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  10. Sorry about the attack of the hair dryer, but a weekend in Avignon does sound nice. Has the theater festvial started yet?

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    1. I think it's in full swing! It hadn't started yet when we were there but I'll be back this week and I can't wait to see all the happenings :)

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  11. Funny story! Just too bad about your hair...

    Avignon is really nice, but Sète is nice too, lovely streets for walkin and experiencing the city (went there sometimes with the parents as a kid). So you have got to go there someday =)

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  12. Sounds like a great little weekend away! Well, except for the hairdryer debacle, sans doute. I haven't been to your actual blog for a while (I always read on my phone) and I love the new look! C'est bon!
    And the Indian expats? I'm going to look for some here in the Lux. I need some French speakers that I can understand.

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  13. Sounds like you had a great little vacation (aside from the hairdryer incident!)

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  14. Isn't it great when the universe slaps your bliss right upside the head with reality? Or in your case, tries to suck your head into the blow dryer? xoxo

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  15. I love reading the life you paint...I love the small details you share (ie prostate cancer, vin blanc, etc...). I've said it before, and I'll say it again- you are a great story teller, SL!

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  16. OMG about the hair dryer - I would have freaked!

    I also wanted to say that if you ever need another mini-break, our clic-clac is always open. ;)

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    1. I'll take a clic-clac in Paris anytime! :)

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  17. I loathe hotel hair dryers. I always forget and they eat my hair every single time.

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  18. your hair for real got caught in the blow dryer motor?! on your vacation? if you need me to send you an american non-hair-eating dryer, i will send one asap!! sorry for the locks loss!

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  19. Just a perfect weekend, up until the sad saga of the blow dryer! Glad you got the chance to get away!

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  20. You and Ella Coquine... you two couldnt make up the stuff that happens to each of you. aside from the hair dryer incident, the weekend does sound grand. so glad you had a chance to relax w/ just The Husband. You two deserve it! PS: a rooftop pool anywhere sounds nice... as does nice weather!

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  21. Oh you poor thing! I hate it when this happens! Wish we could just shlep around with hangy wet locks....

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  22. oh wow - with the 10 day run of 100 degree weather here i have been worrying about getting my hair caught in a fan and now i read this actually happened to you? poor sara - and i'm so sorry to hear about that and the emergency you referred to in your previous post - i hope all is well now. so happy you had a getaway with a real tub...nothing is more relaxing (except maybe a massage)

    sending healing hugs and hope that chunk of hair wasn't TOO noticeable!

    xo
    amanda

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  23. p.s. love that cool new header design!!

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  24. I've had my hair stuck in a hairdryer before too, I'm glad to know it wasn't just me. Every time I see Avignon I get the "rond" stuck in my head.

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  25. OMG That's a hair nightmare. But I'm glad you got to enjoy a bubble bath and some time off (without the Husband's brother by another mother.)

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  26. Ugh-sorry about the hair! Could be worse--my friend got hers wrapped up in a Kitchenaid mixer on Thanksgiving. When I started reading the post, I thought "wow, Sete looks like Avignon". Sounds like a lovely weekend nonetheless.

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  27. Oh, no! Sorry about your hair! That really stinks, but at least you and the husband got to enjoy some alone time.

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  28. Hi - really enjoy your blog. Can you please tell the name and where that winw bar was as we go to Avignon next month? Merci. Carlos

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    1. The wine bar is, Avitus, and is located at: 11 Rue du Vieux. Have fun!

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    2. And for great men's clothes, be sure to stop at Family on 4 Rue Carnot. Tell them Skippy sent you! :

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  29. just stumbled upon your blog and love it! So jealous of your living abroad and your fun adventures and travels. Enjoy for the both of us!

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  30. Reason 137 why The Husband and I are made for each other - all *I* need on holiday is a slab of meat and a beach. hehe.

    I like that you used the word poppycock.

    I do not like that you got your hair stuck in your hairdryer.
    That 'sucks'.

    Zing!!!!!!!

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