La Peste, I mean, Poste

I never fully appreciated the legendary reliability of the American postal service until I lived in France, where mailing a letter or package is akin to the following: -tying it to a pigeon’s leg and pointing the pigeon in the right direction -putting it in a bottle and tossing it into the nearest body of water -shredding it and asking a…

Jill: 0, CPAM: lost count

ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! It took every bit of self-restraint not to scream like that in the face of the impassive man I just encountered at the Caisse Primaire d’Assurance Maladie. To get the medical benefits I help fund with the taxes I pay to the French government every month, I need a social security number and Carte Vitale. These…

Lyon and Shopping… for Those Who Hate Shopping

In general, I find shopping to be about as fun as going to the dentist. It’s boring, tedious, uncomfortable, and expensive. That’s why it took me a while to discover that I actually liked shopping in Lyon, that the city is full of lovely little shops run by talented designers and artists hoping to sell…

RIVER MONSTER!!!

Ever wonder what lives in the Saône? Holy f#$k, THIS does. Honestly, I was kind of rooting for the sea monster. It put up a valiant fight.