Gone Fishing

I’ve been listening to the Beyonce songs on the Lion King soundtrack on repeat for the last few days. My favorites are Mood 4 Eva and Brown Skin Girl. Just a constant, unyielding repeat of those two songs. It may or may not be incredibly annoying to those around me.

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This whole week at work was crazy. And since I can’t take vacation time right now, I went for the next best thing–a weekend vacation. To the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee at Blackberry Farm.

I came here a few months ago and L-O-V-E-D it. Then, ONE WEEK after I left I saw on Emmy Rossum’s Insta Stories that she was there. I missed her by ONE WEEK! Gah. I don’t know if you watch Shameless, but I love Fiona (the character she played)! Also, if you don’t watch Shameless, WHY NOT?! It’s so good! And absolutely bananas. But that’s why it’s good!

Anyway, I missed my chance to meet Emmy Rossum, but I thoroughly enjoyed the hotel, and so here we are again. Doing absolutely nothing. Which is exactly what I wanted/needed to do.

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I know I could have just stayed at home at did nothing, but could I get this kind of scenery at home?! No. Could I get a heavenly massage, amazing food, and no distractions at home? Nope.

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Okay, I’m supposed to be unplugged this weekend so I gotta go. But I will sneak back and post some pictures of the food, which is so beautifully presented that I will absolutely try and fail to copy it at home.

Bon week-end !

First Work Trip Abroad: Completed

Bonjour!

I returned from my work trip on a Thursday, had to go into work on Friday, slept all of Saturday and Sunday, then was back at it again on a Tuesday.

My first work trip abroad was a success! I’m feeling more comfortable and relaxed in my position–not completely comfortable and relaxed–but more, and it’s quite a relief.

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The Moet & Chandon property

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I always choose scallops.
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The Moet & Chandon vineyard
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A fancy door and parquet flooring I’d like to have in my house, tyvm.
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There was SO much champagne.
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Moet & Chandon
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My French hotel
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You’ve seen one castle, you’ve seen ’em all, but…still pretty impressive n’est-ce pas?!
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A vineyard
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My hotel room in Germany

I didn’t really get to do anything but work in Germany. I wish I had gotten more pics but–maybe next time! But as you can see, France was a dream. We stayed in the Champagne region where all the world’s champagne is made (otherwise it’s called sparkling wine), and there were vineyards as far as the eye could see. We got to stay at a fancy hotel because my company was doing a collaboration with the hotel, and I may have never been able to stay in such a luxurious place if it weren’t for work.

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Next time I’ll tell you about some artwork I bought (online) for the house and have become obsessed with. But I bought some new running shoes and now I have to go get my money’s worth out of them. I’m training for a marathon next year–haha, just kidding. I couldn’t even finish that nonsensical sentence, BUT I do have a goal of being able to run a mile in eight minutes or less. I don’t know why. Never having a reason for doing stuff is kinda my thing.

À la prochaîne !

On the World Stage

You guys–I don’t mean to sound self-important but–I’m performing on the world stage. I’m not trying to be arrogant. Dems just the facts.

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Ok, I just imagined saying that to my grandma and I felt a big slap in the back of my head and came crashing back to earth. I’m okay now.

It’s my first work trip abroad!

We started off in Berlin, and now we’re in Reims, France.

F R A N C E. Pinch me. I had lunch today with two Italian dudes and a French woman. What is happening? Who am I? Not gonna lie–I was sweating profusely the whole time. Glad I didn’t wear my natural deodorant (that’s a story for a different day!).

I don’t really have a bunch of time but I just wanted to drop a few photos (and a hastily cobbled-together video) of my hotel and stuff!

 

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Pretty cool, huh?! There’s a lot of English being spoken in our crew but I want to get back into my French headspace so I can communicate and practice as much as possible while I’m here! Keep your fingers crossed for me that I keep holding it together and don’t humiliate myself!

À bientôt !

I’m French Now

I’ve been high all day. Not on drugs, you heathens! On an experience.

This morning I went to Starbucks and while I was standing in line, two ladies a few feet in front of me were having a conversation with each other in another language. Was it French? I listened a little harder but I couldn’t really hear them that well–but it sounded like it could be French.

Oh, nope–not French.

Wait, yes it is. I think. 

Then they started to order and one of the ladies was talking to the barista but he couldn’t really understand her, so the other lady would translate. And then I heard the first lady say the French equivalent of “ummm,” and I knew immediately!

Yes, they are French! French people, Kristin!

They started to speak a little louder and I understood bits of their conversation.

Kristin, they are French! This is your chance! Talk to them!

Then the other Kristin that lives in my brain (the one who doesn’t want me to be great!) started trying to talk me out of it.

They’re strangers! You hate talking to strangers! You’ll freeze and forget every word. Don’t do it!

By this time, they had finished ordering and it was my turn.

Do it, hurry up! They’re going to leave!

Don’t do it!

Do it! Do it!

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Guys, I was legit having a heated argument with myself in my head. It was too much. I finally just told Downer Kristin to shut it, walked over to them and said, “Bonjour! Vous êtes françaises? That’s “hi, are you French?”

And they were kind of shocked but in a good way, and they said, “Oui!” And I told them I was still learning French, I asked them where they were from (Toulouse and Paris), they asked me where I’m from, I told them that I had gone to Paris last December, we talked briefly about Atlanta, they told me that my French was very good and I didn’t have a strong accent (!!!), I told them about a couple of French restaurants in the area… This entire conversation was in French. The whole thing! I didn’t speak in English with them once!

I don’t know if it was Downer Kristin or Smart Kristin but one of me was like, Okay say goodbye, Kristin! Leave on a high note! Don’t fuck this up! 

I listened to whichever Kristin was telling me to wrap it up. Let’s face it–I had nearly exhausted my limited vocabulary by that point. I told them it was nice to meet them and goodbye (all in French!), and they said “Bonne Journée !”

I mean, could things have gone any smoother?! Even that bitch, Downer Kristin, was like…

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I walked to my car like…

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It was a good day. I’m still floating.

À la prochaîne !