my olive man is on vacation! ! you have no idea what a problem this is…i only have a handful of olives left! the "Marche Provincial" is just a few blocks away..a few mornings a week mom is there to do the shopping (i join her when i don't have class)…fresh produce, cheese, meat, bread,…

there are too many English speakers here! now i know mom's secret! it is hard to practice my French when everyone speaks English! and mom keeps introducing me to English speaking friends! at English pubs! ugh! "I'm knackered, fancy some bangers and mash?" NO! NO! NO! i am going to have to make an effort…

Salue! it is chillier in Antibes today, the Mistral wind is swirling down the mountains, dropping the temperature and making a mess of everyone's laundry. no colder than the coldest days in Savannah, but enough to warrant hot toddies in the evenings. you know, after the midday biere, vin rouge with dinner and porte apres…

Bonjour from Antibes! you know, as much as i admire and adore the French, popular music is just not their forte. the techno/disco/euro-rap/godknowswhat that is playing at the cyber cafe at the moment is a hoot. the moment we loaded up into the taxi at the airport for the seaside drive from Nice to Antibes,…

Miss Ruby -flirtacious, slightly hyper-active young pup. fearful of trains, commercial refrigerators and vacuum cleaners. looks great in red and loves to dance. constant companion. Miss Jack -night owl with monthly moodswings fond of naps and window sills. able to handle her own with people and dogs but occasionally (and rightfully) lashes out at the…

11 hours and counting. too many tears this week, i'm wiped out! (no pun intended). much appreciation to everyone who had a hand in making my big move so much easier…the empty cardboard box carriers, the heavy cardboard box loaders and unloaders, the visitors, the well wishers, the last minute errand runners, the drink buyers…

eurobound just a train stop from… Mediterranean resort masquerades as language school

i'm up at 6am to see Ryan off to the airport and finish packing. the van has to be loaded and unloaded again at the storage space by 5 today. and what am i doing? surfin' the net. not good.

we almost made it through the visit without tears..and then, at the eleventh hour, Kate dissolves. Ryan's not close behind. its neck and neck on Broughton Street (was it the last slice of Vinny's?) at 10pm last night. and there they go! blubber, blubber. i will miss him so much. across the pond is altogether…

Ryan and i did some mostly-window shopping yesterday between errands and we went into "The Banana" on Broughton street…all this time and i've never gone in. of course, i'm not a skinny gay man, so there you go. anyhoo, i was hung over and freaking out about the overwhelming task of packing, and we were…