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Gobi Desert

I don’t know how women can work in this country. Right now, I can’t seem to be able to get anything done. This is because my daughters are on holidays for the next three weeks. Yep, you read this right. As much as I love them, I need a break. The thing is, because I happen to be an expat, I have no family in London to help me. To make matters even worse, because of my husband’s job, I have implicitly landed the job of sole carer of the kids. My guess is that I am not the only woman in such a situation. As a result, the only way to get some elusive me-time is to find a babysitter for a couple of hours. Once again, it is easier said than done. So here is today’s deal: I am going to travel from the comfort of my own home. I am going to list my dream top 3 travel bucket list destinations. Dreaming can’t hurt, right? And we will dream about such magical places together. Because dreaming about them is all I can do anyway. So bear with me, and enjoy the journey:

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Mongolian Yurt

I want to see the Northern Lights. It started with a visit to the Norwegian church in London a few weeks ago, and I have been thinking about the Northern lights ever since. I want the whole experience: the glistening white landscapes, the fairy-tale ice hotels and the romantic husky-sled rides. And of course, I want to see the sky ablaze with a green, swirly light. I want to witness an aurora borealis. That said, above all, I want some peace and quiet. No tantrums, no noise, just the sound of the wind and the biting cold. I know that seeing the green skies cannot be guaranteed. But I must admit that I want to give it a try. It is an experience.

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It is the small things that matter, right? When I was living in Paris, I remember seeing this painting on a building wall. It usually was at the end of my day of work. I was insanely happy to go home. And for me this was what happiness looked like. I am glad I took a picture of it, because I can’t remember exactly where it was. Well, I thought I did, but somehow I couldn’t find it again last time I was in Paris. Maybe the owners of the building were not too pleased about it and removed it. Seriously, what a shame! Miss Tic used to paint all over Paris walls. It was always about ageless sexy dark-haired women, with a line poetry and a wordplay. I used to believe that it was like a treasure hunt. You took a right turn and Voila! the painting was in front of you.

Miss Tic, Paris XIII

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I had an unusual weekend. You see, I needed a break but couldn’t travel (because of children, work, responsibilities and all this. I know, all very boring, right?). I shouldn’t have worried. After all, this is London. What to do? Deborah of Shared-City had the perfect solution for me. I spend most of my Sunday with the Norwegian and the Finnish communities. Without living London. Yep, you read this right.

Let me explain: we met at 10.30 am at Rotherhithe station. I didn’t know it, but Rotherhithe has a long history as a port. This is because, after the London fire in 1666, timber was exported from the Nordic countries to rebuild the city. As a result, there is a Norwegian church, as well as a Finnish one, near Rotherhithe. They are not on their original sites, obviously, but have remained there. I must shamefully admit that despite having lived in London for more than a decade, this is a side of London that I didn’t even know existed. And to make matters even worse, I shop at Decathlon in Canada Water regularly, which is literally a five minutes walk from where I was yesterday. So much for thinking that I was a Londoner.

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Today I would like to talk to you about a little bag usually favoured by men, where you have just enough space to put what you need for an overnight stay. We French call it a ‘baise-en-ville’. Literally, it means ‘f***-in-town’, but funnily enough, it is not rude at all to talk about a ‘baise-en-ville’. Everybody has one, and it is always a smart buy (also for a woman, actually). I suppose that it stems from the fact that we French like to compartmentalise our lives, and remain pragmatic in all circumstances. Hence the bag. That said, it has completely lost any naughty connotation. I assure you. Hand on heart. You can safely talk about a ‘baise-en-ville’ and everybody will be impressed.

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Despite the fact that I still feel guilty to have left my children in London (ah, the joy of being a mum!), I have decided to pull myself together and enjoy my stay in France. So, here is how I am going to treat myself…the French way. Who is with me? Come on, let’s get started, there is no time to waste. After all, I am only here for a few days.

1. It is all about quality, not quantity. So yes, I will enjoy good food. I will get a buttery croissant and also a chocolate eclair. Because it makes me really happy. I will get a bouillabaisse (French fish stew-delicious!) and maybe sip a coffee in Saint Tropez, right on the harbour. That’s what life is about, right? To top everything up, the sun is shining, and it feels like stealing moments of happiness. I love it!
 
2. What would we do without friends? I love catching up with friends, old and new. Friends always lift my spirits. Always. And over here, we all share a similar love of Provence. It’s something special, it can’t be explained, it has to be experienced. Growing up here was bound to leave some marks, and they understand. Over the last few years, I have reconnected with childhood friends. I wonder what took me so long to do it. It feels like finding little pieces of forgotten childhood again, it’s a marvellous gift.

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It must be something in the air of the Gold Coast. I can’t put my finger on it. But over here, I don’t feel ashamed of anything. Everybody is in shorts and flip flops. I am of course no exception, which is unusual: I don’t like showing too much flesh.

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That’s it, we are at the airport lounge, waiting to board. It feels a bit like the summer hols, except that it is Christmas. 

How confusing! I have always dreamed of going to Oz, and it is finally happening.

I have carefully packed my beauty products to look presentable when we arrive. You can take the woman out of France, but not France out of the woman, I suppose. I especially like a bit of Argan oil to hydrate the skin and make the hair less puffy. I hope that it will work…it will be a long long flight…

I love traveling. It must be in my genes. So, will I love it? What’s next? I have no idea…


Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London