The Conversationalist

For my final days in France I did some special activities, such as drive with a dog and shake my booty to some brass brand music and eat on the banks of the Seine River. You know, the yoosh. But perhaps the most emotional moment was at an airport with an old friend…

Dear Family and Friends, It’s late on Sunday evening. I’m exhausted. I need a day off. I know, I know… there shall be no sympathy extended towards my problems of western world-travelin’ privilege. But can you just play a little bit of violin music to accompany my hardships?

A selection of imagines from my month working, playing and touring in France.

Twenty first century reflections on the dilemma between urban and rural living. Can we have it all?

Paris is beautiful. And hipstamatic is fun. So this is what happens when the two elements collide.

This week features one of the videos that I’m most proud to have created over the past seven months. It’s a five minute documentary on the history of the Tower in Ruffepeyre, which is where I’ve been staying in southern France. I’m also really proud of the “Safety Video.” Because my acting skills have never [...]

Dear Family and Friends, I’ve decided that it’s time to break-up with my blue jeans. Despite a dynamic relationship that has stretched over two years – including a six-month elongation period thanks to some patches on the knees – this second set of denim skin has reached its end point. Denim death is impending.

The food theme that has developed in France continued this week, with many delicious meals, including pizza baked in a campfire. There was also a bit of dancing and singing. Oh yes, and tripping on rakes.

Dear Family and Friends, It was a cool and rainy Sunday afternoon here in Ruffepeyre. But that didn’t mean that the mood was depressing. Nope. We kept ourselves occupied with hot cups of tea and a gripping game of ‘Hearts.’ And then I played Master Chef for the dinner party. This is what happened.

The garden here in Ruffepeyre (Southern France) is about to burst with delicious offerings. We’ve got all sorts of veggies. Are you a veggie connoisseur? Can you name them all? I’ll send a postcard to the person to name them sequentially!

It was a busy week in France. I chased after the patisserie truck, ate some quiche and witnessed a guineafowl being slaughtered. I’ve discovered that most of my life revolves around food. I’m cool with that.

Dear Family and Friends, I’m not sure if I’ve fully established how much I appreciate my current location. But in case my sentiments have lacked any sort of clarity, I’d like to state for the record that the south of France is pretty damn fine. For instance, there are lovely parties.