behind the photos II

This is the second installment in my series, behind the photos. These photos were all taken within the first three months of my new life as a Le Petit Villager. As with the first installment, some of these photos may be new to you, some may not.

These two photos always make me smile. They were snapped a couple of weeks after I moved to Le Petit Village by my Aussie friend Gina who was visiting. Even though they were taken over three years ago, they are still a perfect snapshot of us... Gregory doing something silly to try and entertain me, me being bored with it all until I break down laughing because he's just too ridiculous.

The Croupier, her fiance, Honey Jr and me about a week after I moved to Le Petit Village. They were so welcoming and accepting. It was nice to be immediately adopted into a 'family' as soon as I moved over, especially since I had like zero French at the time. On another note... can we talk about how ridiculous Honey Jr looks in this photo... I'm not sure what that face he's pulling is all about but he's still adorable #cutiepatootie.

This is a goat. We found him (I'm guessing it's a him) with that dog behind him, walking down the road together. A goat and a dog, just out for an evening walk. Nothing weird about that at all. It was upon seeing that odd couple out for a stroll that I realized my new home was a bit unusual.

Look at this mostrocity. This romper room disaster of a staircase was in the living room of my first home in The LPV. What would possess someone to do this?! Was it Crack Smoking Day in The LPV?! All you can drink pastis in Le Petit Bar?! Who knows, I painted over all of that right quick. (Incidently, this apartment that we rented is actually owned by Child Bride's Aunt and Uncle. I just felt like throwing that out there.)

A shot of the living room after I painted the walls and staircase. The table was moved in there and set because I was having Papa's Wife and her mother over for Sunday lunch. Our kitchen was a bit too tight for four to dine comfortably so into the living room we went. It was my first time cooking for French women (no pressure) and surprisingly, it didn't go to badly (my secret weapon... making sure their wine glasses are never empty). 

The magic mushroom that turned against me and became the stuff that nightmares are made of. If you haven't read 'The Mushroom Incident', now would be a good time. (I just realized that saying 'magic mushroom' and 'nightmares' in the same sentence makes this sound like something completely different to what it actually was.) 

I took this photo the day after we brought Fifty home (and more importantly, after he was bathed... the dog shelter we got him from was more than a little filthy). It's my favorite puppy picture of him, he looks so small, and you can see that little puppy belly. I miss that little puppy belly. 

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