If I Were French

Last week, I did a post about my current obsessions. One thing I forgot to include in that list was anything pertaining to or related to France or French-ness. In case you haven't already figured it out, I want to go to France, live in France, and (secretly) be French. Today, I wondered to myself, “How would my life be different if I were a Frenchie?” Well, since you asked…

If I were French…

This bagel and green smoothie would be a croissant and fresh squeezed orange juice.

If I were French, I wouldn't have gotten a $131 speeding ticket, because I would be walking, biking, or taking public transportation to school or work.

If I were French, I would have eaten lunch in an outdoor cafe looking out at the bustling streets of Paris instead of sitting in the school coffee shop.

Ham, turkey, and pepperjack cheese sandwich with a Gala apple.

If I were in France, I wouldn't be exposed to people stuffing their faces with nasty, unrecognizable cafeteria foods.

If I were French, I would have sucked down a few espressos to give me insane energy for my classes instead of watered down tea.

If I were French (or in France), there wouldn't be someone sitting with their legs (not just feet) on top of their desk throughout an entire class (this is not a joke).

If I were French...

Bread and wine would have accompanied this meal. And I would have taken longer than 4.58 seconds to eat it.

If I were French, I would probably enjoy laughing at the English even more than I already do.

Bottom line: J'adore France and all things French (except the politics, but we won't go there...).