Aug 29, 2014

Slan' Leat

That's "Goodbye", in Irish. 

Its ok, I googled it, it's a real word.

As we embark on another 2014 international journey (Ireland!), here's hoping you are well, and I wish you the happiest of holidays.  I'll be back in blogging action once we return stateside with recaps and tons of photos. Obviously.

Follow along on Instagram in the interim. 

Have a wonderful week!

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Aug 25, 2014

Monday Musings

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  1. Fall movie releases -- looks like I know what I'll be doing.
  2. Minimalist wardrobe.  I'm obsessed.
  3. Foods you can save $$ (to buy shoes with, duh), and buy generic of
  4. Kitchen organizational blunders, solved
  5. How to make product collages
  6. More ways to maximize your Google searches
  7. Anticipation station for the newest season of DWTS, and the pros, and a new judge. Gah.
  8. Spectacular. And now I want a photo shoot just to re enact that awesome display of creativity.
  9. The things you learn, when you're in a good relationship.
  10. Selfie, ABC's new show -- its so awful I have to, and she has the best one liners.

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Aug 22, 2014

Nice (France) is mighty nice, plus -- gelato

In case you missed me committing a semi felony,
 feast your eyes on part one of #baguettesandcroissants.

Woke up our first morning in Nice and went for a run down Promenade Aglasis.

But first, I was a child and took a picture of this sign. 

It means "push" in French.  

Dirty bird.

My, "super excited I'm running in France" face.

Made it for sunrise.

Failed attempt at a selfie.

If you can't tell from the suitcases under my eyes, I'm awake.

Clothing, optional.

That water.  

Gosh. I was meant to live on a beach, I just know it. 

WHY(??) do we not have these in the states???

Pillows of heaven. Dipped in chocolate.


That massive roll?

Runger made me do it.

This sign made me giggle.

Those magnificent purple vine/tree/flowers were EVERYWHERE.

And I loved every moment of it.

Anyone know the name, I am dying for one in our garden. 

For Mark to plant and keep alive, not me. 

Just to clarify.

If the states had signs this large I'd never get lost again.

Ok, I'd still get lost, but those signs are way cool.

This street reminded me of Hollywood.

That view. 

If there was a gelato stand, I was at it.  

Everyday, all day. #noregrets #thuglife

Mark, meet Marc. (Chagall that is) 

Like a kid in a candy store. His favorite artist of all time. 

My inner art history major (first two years of undergrad) gave him a high five.

My favorite piece of the collection.

Lunch, alfresco.

Croque Madame and Panach'. There's bread and ham underneath all that cheese. Believe.

Travel mates.

The best in the land I must say. 

Our airbnb was perfect. We made our own food fro breakfasts and the like so the kitchen (fully stocked with utensils, etc) was a godsend along with the local grocer within walking distance. Had wifi and a great patio we lounged on, along with the balcony (photo above) that allowed for an awesome breeze straight from the Mediterranean.  Living area was large with plenty of room to relax together and drink wine.

So much wine. 

Did I mention it was cheaper than staying in a hotel -- which don't have kitchens and awesome areas to lounge in your pajamas drinking wine.

Highly recommend this place.

Vieux Nice

Girls take selfies, boys take shots.

How gorgeous is my friend? Right?! She has to stop with all the beauty. 

Gosh I heart her mucho grande.

Bistro Antonio for our last meal in Nice. 


Handmade. Fresh. 

All the carbs go to heaven.

Gals got gelato.

Boys went to a gay bar

Which, is not like the states where everyone mingles, so we kinda stuck out. But it was a blast. 

Inappropriate photo, included.

Don't tell our moms.

Last but not least, an EPIC video to capture all the splendor that is Nice.

I can't wait to go back.

Next stop, Marseilles!

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