A Series: American Things I Miss

I was going to create one big post about the things I've come to find I really miss in America.  But then I realized that this said list usually depends on my state of mind.  For example, right now my throat is swollen shut and it feels like I'm swallowing burning gasoline... so I could really go for some chicken soup right now... but there is no chicken soup here, no chicken broth... not even bouillon cubes.   Actually, my host-dad told me that he didn't "get" chicken soup.  Uhhm?  ANYWAY... aside from a nice salty bowl of campbell's best... this will be a series about the things that I am missing most about America...First up...

Les Films Américains

As I will be acting as the American cultural ambassador for my little French boys, it's high time I start deciding what American kid movies they really need to see.  Also, it seems to rain in Paris like.... all the time.  What else am I going to do with them?*

Note that I am thinking of more obscure movies... no Pixar here...

* I kid, I kid.  What great nanny lets her kids watch movies all day?.....  

Weird Things I'm Bringing...

I'm starting to pack for France.  Well... starting to think about packing for France.  Since I am limited to only two large bags, space is a precious commodity.  Yet, I am sure there will be some things that just have to come with me.  My Clemson Tervis Tumbler (one of many), for example.  Do I think that the French have managed to develop cups where cold liquids stay cold and hot liquids stay hot, keeping condensation at bay? Probably.  Am I willing to chance that they don't?  Hell.  No.  

God Bless America

So it was July fourth two days ago, America's Independence Day for any of my Continental readers out there.  I certainly was feeling nostalgic for my home I haven't left yet.  I was a little worried that the waterworks would start whilst watching fireworks.  But, we had a pitiful view from our beach house, and I was "fluish" from drinking the obligatory Bud Lights in the scorching sun for hours.  You know what did make me cry?  When my Aunt Diana gave me a card that said, "don't forget where you come from," alongside a Clemson University mug.  Woof!  But I digress... I just finished a book about American's favorite past time, baseball and it got me thinking about some of the American things I am truly going to miss...