True Confessions of a Blundering Expat in France
Well, I did it again. I’ve made almost every blunder imaginable since moving to France. And I keep adding to it.
First I was locked out of my apartment when returning from a visit to the States. I t wasn’t enough that I had endured a grueling 23-hour travel day. The keys were left in a drawer in Atlanta.
Then there was the fiasco with putting gasoline in “Lucy,” my diesel-engine Citroen…Continue reading here for the hilarious expat story by our intrepid Barefoot Blogger about losing her house keys in a garbage dumpster.
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