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Feliz año nuevo. We went to a party here in Laguna last night where it seemed we were the only Americans. Everyone else hailed from some other country. Most were French. There were several Brits, a handful of (white) South Africans (Germans), a real German or two and even a Pole. Oh, I almost forget the Scot. But most were French. The conversations were something else. Everybody spoke multiple languages. I've always been intrigued by the perspectives of people from other cultures, which is what made me want to go. ••• continued ••• There was more pâté at this party than at the local French deli. They even broke out the foie gras (pronounced: FWAH GRAH, literally: "fat liver" or goose liver) after midnight. When it came around, I had some to say I tried it. The party was hosted by a friend of a friend of a friend. You know how those things can go. They're usually either real good or real bad. Fortunately, it was the former. No riff-raff at this party. In fact, the folks were so refined & sophisticated that *we* were the riff-raff. My friend said, "You know you're at a good party when *you're* the riff-raff." =D Plenty of French champagne. Lively French music. Roaring fireplace. Attentive hostess (elegant South African). Hors d'oeuvres galore. Dancing. Two pregnant ladies with big bellies (neither one drinking), and even an ancient gray-haired granny to tell you how it was "back in the old days". All within earshot of the ocean. Had a little trouble locating the place, and then finding a parking place, but once we arrived, I knew we'd gotten lucky. How 'bout you? Was surprised to learn that some of the couples there had met online, thru a match-making service. I must admit, they seem perfectly-suited for each other. I also noted that people from Europe, especially France, talk much more openly about s-e-x, especially the ladies, even older ladies. Not used to that. |
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