Still a very young blog, My Pants in France is Callie’s blog.
Callie says of herself… “Starting in October, I will be living in Limoges, France for 8 months working as a teaching assistant. I went to Presbyterian College in Clinton, SC and graduated with a BA in Political Science and French. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, so I am taking a year to teach abroad to figure something out.”
The blog starts with Getting Ready which finds Callie busy packing and worrying about which shoes to leave behind.
And then, before we know it, she’s saying… I’m in the Airport: Doesn’t sound exciting, does it?
And Callie has a wee, passes through security without a beep and crushes her fear – France, watch out!
Finally, Callie is In Limoges which, luckily, is where she’s meant to be.
She finds out that her apartment has… “no internet, no tv, no radio, no living room, smallest kitchen I’ve ever seen, teeny-tiny fridge, hard bed, and the smallest armoir ever.”
Oh, and the keyboards have the letters all switched round!
And then, getting right to the heart of the matter, Callie says… Bon Apertit
And it’s obvious from this post that she loves food!
I mean, really loves French food!
Callie comes up with three interesting and eminently combinable theories as to why she likes the food so much.
The third one is obviously the right one… “The French are aliens who insert chemicals that produce a euphoric feeling in the brain and body into the cheese, bread, and wine to better control the population of humans throughout the world. They want us weak of food comas when they take over.”
But, of course, most of us have known that for years!
Vive la France!
Still on the subject of food (my favourite subject!) Callie explains in La Pays du Grève that…. “don’t even think about going somewhere Friday afternoon that isn’t a bar, brasserie (a bar that serves food too.)”
Although, of course, I wouldn’t just restrict that to Fridays!
Callie goes on to remark… “The French want to plan their meals with care, buying the freshest bread from their favorite boulangerie.”
And quite right too!
Even when Callie asks… What Type of City is Limoges? she finds herself, understandably eating and talking about it!
She even eats Boudin Noir, saying… “Another new experience that I had was eating a Boudin Noir. I went to a charcuterie feast type thing, called the Petits Ventres. Holy Crap, I’ve never seen so much meat in my life!!! I ate so many sausage-y things that night, I thought I could never look at another sausage again.”
Now it takes a special kind of girl who travels 5,000 miles so that she can eat a decent Pig’s Blood Sausage!
Vive la Callie!
I feel that the Boudin Noir may have affected her as, in the Worst Poem Challenge, she possibly wins the prize for the worst poem of all time….
Finally, in the latest post, she says It’s been a while and talks about love.
She doesn’t actually mention that love that dare not utter its name….
The love for Boudin Noir and smelly cheese but…
You kind of know that it’s bubbling away, just under the surface!
So, summing up…
My Pants in France is a nice fresh approach to a young American blogging in France.
It’s well worth a visit, even if you’re not actually in love with Boudin Noir yourself!
And, if you do pop down to My Pants in France for a look around, why not say hello to Carrie and let her know you’ve visited?
And me? Well, I’m going to teach myself some Everyday French
There appear to be some useful phrases there….
Although sadly, not one that says… “Je voudrias dix kilo de Boudin Noir, si vous plait!”
But, give Callie time and I’m sure that’ll arrive!
All the best
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