Bonjour mes amis! I had a lot of questions about what we were up to while I was away, so I thought I'd fill you in on on the details before talking about my new Sophie Swimsuit. I met Guillaume in through Tinder, never knowing we'd still be together four years later, and I'd be living a ridiculous French fantasy in his homeland for a few weeks every year.
I remember googling things like "What it's like to date a French guy" at the very beginning because he just seemed so different from the North American men I had mostly dated. I love my family, but I actually laugh out loud when I think about us spending as much time together as Guillaume's family does.
There would be a ridiculous fight or three , and someone or many someones is bound to drink too much wine and cry out of happiness or sadness or some combination of the two.
Guillaume's family really blew my mind when I first got to know them. His mom and dad are no longer together but still spend vacations together, often with their mutual partners my parents have been divorced for over 30 years and are still unbearably awkward when they're in the same room.
Aunts, uncles, cousins, will all share the same home for days, if not weeks at a time. No one fights. No one drinks too much wine and cries.
