Thanks to going to bed much earlier on Sunday night, we were all able to get up and make it out of the house on time for our morning bullfight. I was still tired but somehow when you know you’re going to do something exciting, you just manage to get yourself up and going no matter what it takes or how you feel. You push the limit cuz you know it’s worth it.
This particular bullfight was preceded by a show of the horses on which the matadors were going to ride during the event. The corrida we were going to see this day was quite a bit different than the one we saw on Sunday. Today was the day that the matador showed off not only his skills as a bullfighter, but also the grace, skills and beauty of his horses. The people really came out for this one. We even got to hear some bands play for us while waiting to enter the arena.
Here’s a glimpse of the show of horses.
I have no idea how these horses were trained to do some of these moves, but it was wonderful. I especially loved the horse at the end of the video that did a prance and waved his head back and forth. Amazing!
After the show of horses it was time for the day’s event of bullfighting. Today we had brought Tinki with us. We thought that she would at least like to watch the horses. The bullfighting was altogether a different story, though, and once the end came I had her sit down and not watch. I actually had her lay her head on my shoulder and shielded her eyes a few times if I saw that the end for the bull was going to be in view.
Here’s a video of one of the events. Again, as with my last post, the killing of the bull is not in the video.
Now, for those of you who are ardent bullfight lovers, have grown up in the south-east of France or in Spain, you might think I was being silly with regards to my daughter, but for the average American, bullfighting is not exactly a sport of choice. I actually think many Americas would be up in arms about this sport which is probably why it hasn’t taken off there. Now, yes, there are animal lovers in France, of course. We’ve all seen the French with their dogs or cats, but every other animal on the planet is fair game and not worth coddling over. Let’s face it, meat eaters win out here and it makes no different what meat that may be.
We Americans, in general, think that every animal out there is a potential pet and totally adorable (regardless of what animal it is) and shame to anyone who would hurt any of these creatures. We bring our children up all sheltered about where the food comes from and how it gets to the table. Let’s face it, we’re mostly animal lovers with a capital A! I’m guilty of this as well and of course, brought my children up this way. So that being said and my daughter an ardent animal lover with a capital A, I did what most mothers would do and said, “Don’t watch”. Boy did I get some weird stares from the French! Here I was surrounded by families with small children all watching these bulls get annihilated one after the other and they were all cheering for a good fight, kids included. That’s just how it is here. Now, I’ve been told that there are rules and regulations which must be adhered to at all times during the bullfight but heck if I could figure out what they were.
The bullfight is a sport of passion here in Provence much like soccer. The French come out in droves to see this event a few times a year and the matadors are admired like they’re gods. This is a sport that is deeply rooted and has a long history here. Who am I to change that and I wouldn’t want to. Even though a bullfight is not my event of choice, I do respect that it is a cultural event for this area.
That being said, I do confess that Dude and I were always rooting for the bull. We sort of felt like he was the underdog in this whole thing. Besides, it seemed as if everyone else was rooting for the matador so why not help the little guy out, right?? We did have two choice moments where the underdog made our day and boy did Dude and I cheer. The best was when during the second bullfight the bull actually said (yes SAID) that he’d had enough of this and he jumped the fence! Literally jump it and started running around and scaring people in the bottom row!
It was awesome and boy did Dude and I yell and cheer. I tell you it was super exciting. I figured they should have stopped the bullfight right then and there and let that brave bull go. He deserved it, but it was not to be. He had to go back in the arena and finish out the bullfight.
During both the events on Sunday and Monday I got to thinking about how I really felt about the bullfights. I did say I would give my take on it, so here goes. Mind you, I have no intention of protesting, no intention of not ever seeing a bullfight again or telling people to stop spending money on the sport. No way, this is just how I think it goes in my mind.
So, I came to figure that this is not really a fair fight in my opinion. The lovers of the sport will say yes it is (remember there are rules here) but if you really think about it, the cards are very much stacked against the bull and completely in favor of the matador (in this type of bullfight anyway), especially when the matador is on horseback. So here go my reasons for thinking this:
1) The taureau has only his horns (big deal, he has to have something to defend himself with, sheesh).
2) There are individual stages throughout each bullfight and at the end of each stage the matador was able to leave the arena and come back on a fresh horse that was totally raring to go and not tired at all. The same horse didn’t fight the whole time. How is this fair, the taureau was the same taureau? He couldn’t go out and have another taureau go take his place so he could rest up.
3) The matador is usually higher than the taureau so he is able to get a clear approach on the attack and almost always from the top.
4) There are these little alcoves in the arena that the matadors can run and hide behind to protect himself if need be. The taureau has nowhere to hide. He is always out in the open and given nowhere in which he can run to safety.
5) There are times when 4 or 5 matadors are in the arena trying to confuse the taureau, why can’t there be 4 or 5 taureaux in the arena to confuse the matador? Come on matador, give us a real show!
6) The matador can stop and take a break if he needs to, the taureau can’t say, “Wait folks, hold on, I need a quick drink and a break to get back up to speed. I’ll be right back, K”.
7) If the matador gets hurt, the fight stops and the guy is taken out of the arena for treatment. Nothing happens when the taureau gets hurt, that’s part of the game. You aren’t going to see a fight stop for the taureau to get some medical treatment.
8) The matador can reason. He can watch the taureau’s actions and manipulate the taureau to turning to his weaker side. He can make the taureau do a great many things just by knowing and studying the nature of the animal. The taureau cannot reason, he is doing what comes by nature. He doesn’t know what the intentions of the matador are therefore he plays along. Animals cannot reason, that is what sets man apart from them.
So there you have it. Some of the reasons why I think this is not a fair fight. I do feel bad for the taureaux since they didn’t ask to be in the arena. They were enlisted, they are not volunteers. So that’s why I have to root for them.
Anyway, like I said, I’m not out to change the way of thinking on bullfights or anything, it’s just my opinion.
Since there were several events that day, Tinki and I watched a few then we headed off to take a look at the renovation of the arena. I wanted to get some good shots of the work that had been done. I can’t believe how great the arena looks. The city has done a nice job of cleaning it up.
I was also able to take some photos of the surrounding city from the view point of the arena.
After the event we all headed over to the American Bar (yup-you read that right). It seems that a friend of a friend owns this place and we had reservations for a late lunch. Here we are all hanging out enjoying the fact that the sun actually came out that day!
As before, Patrick and Jean-Claude busted out their guitars and played for us and anyone else who would listen. They also serenaded some police officers who seemed to enjoy the music.
Then, right before food was served, Nicole, who is a friend of Patrick’s and works at the American Bar, came out to give us all “the bise” and say bonjour. Patrick talked her into dancing while he and Jean-Claude played a song. So here she is Flamenco dancing in the street while a crowd gathered around to watch.
Man, I better start taking lessons so I’m ready for next year!
Dancing and music over we proceeded to have lunch and what was on the menu??? Taureau, of course. Dude, Tinki and myself stayed on the veggie plan since we don’t eat taureau. It was cool, though, cuz for dessert we got ice cream and cheese (together).
After fine food, dancing and music it was time for me, Dude and Tinki to head home. There was another bullfight at 5pm, but we didn’t have tickets for that one and we had a long way to go to get home. After stopping back by Patrick and Toni’s house to get our stuff we were off. We managed to arrive home around 9pm so that wasn’t too bad. We were, none the less, totally exhausted from our weekend, but in a good way.
The dancing, singing and food are enough to call me back again. Fete, fete, fete….Oleeee!
Day two for us at La Feria started out a bit rough. Since none of us went to sleep before 3am we had a difficult time getting up in the morning.
After several hours of moseying around the house all glassy eyed we finally all managed to get ready and take our leave.
We were headed today, first off, to the house of another friend of Toni and Patrick’s. We were all meeting for a late afternoon lunch before going to the bullfights.
We arrived at the house around 1:30pm and right away were greeted by everyone doing what I call “the bise”. This is that famous kissing the cheeks of everyone when saying hello or good-bye in France. The more people there are, the longer it takes and even longer in the Camargue region since in this region it is three bisous instead of two! After what seemed to amount to 10 minutes per person in my family, bisous dispensed, we were offered some salty snacks and drinks as appetizers. The French love their aperitif and salty snacks to get the stomach juices flowing. I was up for the salty snacks of chips, nuts and the like, but as usual, abstained from the drinks. One of the aperitifs they serve in this region is a Pastis and the French in the south are all about it. It is a very, very sweet liquor that is anise flavored and served in a small glass. Attention to those who haven’t tried it and would like to. It is about 90 proof and pulls quite a punch if you’re not use to it. Dude tried it, but decided it was not for him. It was much too sweet for his liking. I guess he doesn’t have enough French in him 🙂
We sat and conversed for a while as people continued to show up. I can’t remember how many there actually were at this party but I did quite a lot of “the bise” and the house was full. We continued to chat with both people we knew from our prior outing the night before (and from our last visit with Toni and Patrick) and we struck up conversations with people we were just meeting for the first time. The cool thing for my family is that with the exception of Toni and her son Spencer, who was in France for a visit; all conversations for the entire weekend were in French! Lucky for us only one or two of the people that Toni and Patrick know speaks English so we were forced all weekend to practice our French. Note to expats: spend a lot of time with non-English speakers. It definitely improves your French.
Well, what would be a party be if there was no music? In the Camargue, it would be dull. Every time Toni and Patrick get together with their friends it’s all about music and food. Hmmm, I could get use to this.
Patrick and his friend Jean-Claude are amazing guitar players and singers and when all the gang gets together the parties last for hours with music, singing, and food.
Here are Patrick and Jean-Claude entertaining us. Jean-Claude is on the left with the guitar and Patrick is on the right with the guitar. The blond lady in the video is Toni and sitting next to her is her son Spencer. Dude is in the blue shirt sitting the middle of Jean-Claude and Patrick and Tinki is on the right of Patrick.
We also got to hear their friend Marie-Jo sing. She’s an absolutely fantastic singer and she also plays the guitar. Unfortunately, since we were at a party and there were a lot of people, conversation was going on at the same time so there are parts where it’s difficult to hear her beautiful voice. Here’s a picture of us together.
She is in a traditional dress of the region. Do I look hung over from the night before? I think I do and I didn’t even drink! I believe that for me, 3am bedtimes are no bueno.
Here she is singing.
Food was served up and it was the most delicious stuff, ever! Pasta salad, rice (not your ordinary rice, either, but all kinds of custom made rice mixed with special goodies and flavors in it), meat, lamb, bread and of course, wine. Dude ate the lamb (which had been cooked slowly for 7 hours) and said it was absolutely wonderful. Here, in the south, they keep serving up the food, too! When you’re full and don’t want anymore, they take your plate away and bring it back piled with more food. Don’t ever say no to more food at someone’s house here. It does no good. They want to be sure you are happy and feed even if you’re full to the point of bursting. It’s all a part of their wonderful “southern hospitality”.
We were suppose to leave around 4pm to get to the bullfights, but the French time schedule is quite different that the American time schedule which for the most part innerves us Americans who are very time conscience. Toni kept trying to get everyone to leave at which Patrick’s response was, “In 10 minutes.” Now is that French ten minutes, cuz in that case that’s an American’s one hour! No kidding.
Of course time moved on and about 30 minutes later we asked again, “Are we almost ready to leave?” The response this time was, “In 5 more minutes”. Wait a second. Thirty minutes ago it was stated that we were leaving in 10 minutes and now it’s another 5 ?? Tinki just looked at us and said, “It’s a different time every time you ask! How do they ever manage to get anything done around here?!” Ahh, from the mouths of babes.
It’s so true and living in the south of France you just have to get use to it. They march to the beat of a different time table and there’s nothing you can do about it. I swear no one even owns a clock here, cuz it wouldn’t do any good anyway!
Before leaving it was some final farewell dances and singing. Sheesh, life is harsh here, isn’t it?! 🙂
Finally we were all set to go and made sure visits to the potty were in order before heading to Arles. I snapped a couple of shots of the hostess’s bathroom since I thought it was so cool. It was super small but very nicely done with a beautiful blue paint, posters of bullfights and the smallest sink I have ever seen with a strange looking soap holder (a bit erotic looking in my opinion, but hey, anything goes here, right??).
Of we headed to the center of Arles for our very first bullfight. We were warned ahead of time about bullfights since this was our first. For many people they can’t really stomach it so Toni and her friends warned us and asked us if we would be okay with it. Some areas were a bit crowded while others had no quite got up to speed, yet.
It was starting to get a bit crowded in front of the arena as people started to show up for the bullfight.
Here’s Patrick as we entered the arena. Oleeee!
Here are some of the photos of the bullfight. I didn’t take any of the actual killing of the bull since I don’t think that’s photo worthy for me, but the interaction between the bull and the matador was interesting to see. In my next post, about our third day in Arles, I will have more info on the bullfights and my ideas and thoughts about the sport.
All together we saw 4 bullfights on this day. There were 6 scheduled but we missed the first two thanks to the “French 15 minutes which is really and hour” time frame. It turned out fine for us, though, since I think 4 was enough. Tinki didn’t come with us to the bullfight. She went off with Spencer and Patrick’s daughter Celia into town. We met up with them later.
Around 8:30ish the bullfight was over and we headed out of the arena to meet up with some of Toni and Patrick’s friends and the kids. We headed off to take a look at the entertainment for the kiddies.
Tinki tried her hand at shooting balloons and actually won herself a little stuffed animal.
Then she decided that was such tough work that she needed a waffle with a ton of Chantilly (whipped cream) on top.
Patrick opted for the mother of all mother’s with a giant sized cotton candy (Barbe de Papa as they call it in French).
After walking through town, off we went to go find some food. Don’t you just love how we have dessert BEFORE the food! We tried to make it to another Bodega or restaurant, but unfortunately every place we looked at or tried was full. We settled on a little hole-in-the-wall place that served Turkish food. Tinki and I had a chicken sandwich drenched in onions, lettuce, tomatoes and mayo with, of course, the fries INSIDE the sandwich (I’ll never get over that). Dude had an omelet with eggs, lettuce, tomatoes all wrapped in a crepe with, you got it, fries inside! Too funny. Everything was super delicious and we just stood on the side of the street munching away and people watching.
After our meal, we took off once more to the Andalusia (remember this place from my last post). It’s the cathedral turned into a dance hall. We wanted to check out the dances this night and also get involved in some of the action.
Here are some kids enjoying the dancing.
We watched for a while and then Toni, Patrick, myself, Dude, Marie-Jo and her friend all jumped on the dance floor and boy oh boy did we have fun. Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos or videos of us dancing CUZ we were all dancing!
We left just before midnight. We had an early start the next day so Toni and I vowed that we wouldn’t stay out as late as we did the night before. Off we went back towards their house and past a few police checkpoints. On this night, I actually had to go through two of them. The first time around the police officer asked me if I had anything to drink. Since I said no, truthfully, he let me pass sans breathalyzer test. The second checkpoint proved not to be so lucky for me. They made me take the test but I passed with flying colors. See, I said I told the first guy truthfully. Apparently he didn’t call his buddy up ahead to tell them that I was an honest person.
Finally we made it home around 12:30am-ish and off to bed I went. Tomorrow was going to be another busy day. Fete, Fete, Fete….Oleee!
One or two nights out of the week, Dude and I have to camp out at the office (again with the camping). I’ve done more camping in this last year in France than I’ve done all the times before in my whole life.
Now by “camping” I don’t mean in the woods, with a tent/trailer and a fire pit. I mean on the floor in a sleeping bag for the first 2 months we lived in France before our furniture arrived, now in the new house for the past month and still counting, and in the office for who knows how long. All our belongings are either in boxes at the house or in bags when we campout at the office.
For our office campout we have sleeping bags, inflatable mattresses (they bite the big one, though, and aren’t very good) and we bring our little bag of food, toiletries and clothes for the next day. It’s not too bad, we do have a bathroom (thank goodness), a fridge and a coffee maker. We also have central heating and air-conditioning so that makes up for the crappy inflatable mattresses.
The reason we do this is to save money and time on driving. The office is a good 2 hour round trip each day from our new house and it just seems better money and time wise to stay.
Most of the time I end up working till the late hours of the night any way cuz our home office is located in California. At 17H each night when I’m ready to leave here in France, our home office opens and I always have people there I need to speak to and/or email. Staying at the office means I can get that done without interruption.
Well, last night was one of our nights to stay. Lucky for us the weather here has maintained its fantasticness (is that a word?) So Dude and I decided to go out on a date (I had to look that word up in the dictionary cuz I forgot what it meant) and headed out to Cassis for dinner.
As I said, the weather here has been so marvelous that I feel bad for others living in areas where they’re freezing their tootsies off. It’s tough not to say, “Na Na Nana Na” to that, but I don’t want karma to come back and kick me in the butt.
Well, we managed to arrive in Cassis just as sunset was upon us and the sight of it was absolutely stunning! Before dinner we took a walk out past the marina and over by the little lighthouse. We were amazed that hardly anyone was around. What the heck is wrong with these locals, this weather isn’t going to last forever, ya know!
As it got dark we headed back over to restaurant row on the other side of the port and took a look around and read all the menus of the places to eat. We finally settled upon one that’s located way at the end of the port that looked cozy, but didn’t have too many people dinning called La Paillote. We decided to dine outside instead of inside and both of us choose the Pâtes au Basilic. It was absolutely terrific. It was so good that I even used the remains of my baguette to wipe up the sauce.
For desert I had a terrific Mousse au Chocolat and Dude had a combination tray of Glace Framboise et Chocloat. Boy, was I stuffed. The remaining time we people watched and relished in the fact that we were enjoying a beautiful night and NOT working on the house.
All in all we had a pretty terrific time of relaxation, which we don’t get very often, and I relearned the word “date” so not too shabby for one day!
I did snap back to reality pretty quick when we headed back to the office for the night’s campout, but oh well, c’est ma vie a la francaise!
Oh, I think I might have found my new kitchen, too. It was in a little store we passed on our way back to the car. I think it might look nice and it was really cheap. Unfortunately the picture didn’t come out too good since it was so dark. I don’t know, what you think? It’s pink and it comes in easy to clean plastic!
In the building where I work, there are quite a few offices. It just so happens that the office next to mine is full of women and, like, two guys. I have absolutely no idea what this company does. They have a name plate on their door that’s the size of a postage stamp and it gives no indication as to what kind of work these people actually do, if any.
Now before you start in about the French and work, I’ll have you know that the girls in my office (who happen to both be French) are hard workers. They hardly ever leave for lunch, never take breaks and they show up on time. One even stays late occasionally, so I’m sure the following is not a “nationality” thing (it’s more like a national past time thing).
So, back to my story. The reason I’m commenting on this is because I’ve watched the people in the office next door since I started working here. Their schedule cracks me up. I don’t know how many people are actually in this office (that does whatever they do), but every single day, without fail, they take structured, routine, habitual breaks.
I’m talking “on the dime time”, too. They always arrive at 8:00am and every day, without missing a beat, three girls and one guy (always the same ones) leave at exactly 10am to go on a break outside and snack and/or smoke. They stay out there until exactly 10:15am. I swear! I did an experiment and watched them for awhile. I couldn’t help myself, cuz I was so amazed by this.
Then, like clockwork, at 12:00 on the dot, the same four people leave and go to lunch and they don’t return until exactly 2:00pm. Every day!!! I’ve seen it, I swear!
Then, come 3:30pm they’re on break again until 3:45pm. I’m astounded at this. The same foursome all head for the stairs and out they go for another snack (how the heck they can be hungry after a two hour lunch is beyond me) and/or smoke break.
When 5pm rolls around they’re outta here and moving the fastest I’ve ever seen anyone leave work.
Now correct me if I’m wrong, but that doesn’t add up to the traditional French 7 hour work day. That’s more like 6 ½ hours of work in a day. What does this company know that I’m missing? You wanna know what else?? These people actually take off for the month of August, as well! Yup-I’m talking office is closed down, locked tight and dust is collecting on the floor.
After watching this take place, I swear I better never hear anyone of them complaining about their work or the schedule they keep (while they are outside my window snacking and /or smoking away). If that ever happens, I’m talking WWF smack down right there!
I know that everyone needs a break now and then, but really?? Like clockwork?? They got this French schedule down to a science. I’m jealous, but I also want to know how anyone over there ever gets their work done? They’re always on break!
Before today, I hadn’t seen anyone else take breaks as often as these guys (granted I’m not running around the building being the hall monitor or anything), but today, I saw something else that just cracked me up. It was a beautiful day out, so I decided to make a trash run. I could use some fresh air and get a bit of exercise so I cleaned up some of the office and went to take the trash out. About half way to the trash cans there were two girls out front of the building next to me taking a break and having a smoke. Okay, no big deal. When I was done tossing the trash, I decided to have a seat out front for a few minutes and enjoy the sun. I went inside before they did so their break must have been a good one.
Later that day (around 4 hours later), I still had some clean up to do and so I made another run to the trash cans outside. Low and behold, those same two girls were standing out front of their building having another smoking break! Good grief, whatever is going around sure is catchy…
Again, after getting rid of the trash I took a seat to enjoy some sun shine and again I went inside before they did. I tell you, folks, I got to get the inside scoop on this. I’ve never seen anything like it especially coming from the states where you feel totally guilty for just leaving your desk to go to the bathroom! I’m not kidding, everyone makes you feel bad if you stop working for 5 minutes (all you people in the states know exactly what I’m talking about, too). Heaven forbid if your boss sees you leave for even 30 seconds, dang, heads will roll!
Well, I can tell you that these girls and the people next store do not have guilt written on them anywhere. No way.You wanna know what look they have? It’s the “my God given right to take a damn break” look is what that is. There’s not one ounce of guilt on these people’s faces when you see them taking off for their daily “prend une pause”. Sheesh. I’m not sure I can get to level.
I’ll be here my whole life and still feel guilty about leaving for 5 minutes. I’m putting it out there that I am totally jealous that these guys can take their long lunches and numerous breaks and not feel guilty. I admit it. I can’t bring myself to act on my jealousness and jump in and join them, but the jealousy is there none the less.
Well, all I got to say is, “Vive la France (et prend une pause!)” cuz they’re gonna do it anyway.
When you enter our property through the front gate, the first thing you see is the garden to the right. In order to get to the front door of the main house one needs to pass by the garden, the apartment, the garage door and then the main front door is after that on the right. It is located all the way at the back of the property next to the stone wall that surrounds us.
Now be patient, there is a reason for all this description. You need to be able to visualize the situation here.
When one stands by the front door, looking at the stone wall, the door is on the right, the shed is on the left and we have neighbors who have a balcony just over the stone wall. It is elevated to about our second story level and they are able to see into our yard (we are going to be taking care of that one as soon as we can).
Anyway, these guys are out on their balcony for breakfast, lunch and dinner and all the snacks in between. They are seriously eating all the dang time! One constantly hears their conversations and the clanging of dishes. I’m not even sure they work.
I don’t have a real problem with them enjoying their little balcony. Heck, it’s super nice outside at the moment and we are surrounded by such lovely trees. What I do mind, however, is that every morning after they finish breakfast they throw their leftover food (bread, cheese, pieces of sandwiches) onto the roof of our shed and in our yard by the front door! Yes, you read right! Can you believe it?! What a bunch of inconsiderate jerks!!
Now, I understand that in the past (for a long time) no one lived here and they wanted to feed their cats or the birds or whatever, but now they know that we have moved in and they have continued on with the tradition. It’s driving me absolutely batty especially since it was just a little while ago that Dude and I worked for a couple of days to make our garden nice. They saw us out there working, too.
I don’t want to cause any issues with these guys, but what they’re doing is just plain rude! I can’t believe anyone would throw crap in their neighbor’s yard! They can just leave that crap on their own balcony for the cats and birds, dang it.
I’m not even sure if it’s the adults or the kids or grandkids or what, but I wish I had a camera to catch them in the act so I could confront them. The thing is, when I look out my kitchen window every day I see the roof of the shed and all this food on it and then I walk out my front door and there’s food right in front of me and on the ground.
Good grief this really pisses me off! One of these days I am gonna get so mad that I’ll pick up some of their left over crap laying in my yard and I’m gonna chuck it right back up onto their balcony. I’m just waiting for the right moment and “bam” there it goes. I guess I’m just waiting to catch them in the act first so I know exactly who it is.
It would be different if it were a few crumbs and the birds ate it right away, but it’s not and they don’t. If Dude didn’t go around and pick it up all the time, that stuff would stay there for days! That’s so gross and it causes flies to come around and everything.
Can you guys tell that I’m totally pissed off about this? What would you do in my shoes? Like I said, we just moved in and I have to live next to these people for a long time. I don’t want to create any issues and then we have an ongoing feud forever and then I find whole meals and throw up in my yard.
I also don’t want to deal with this day after day after day. I have a feeling that this is just going to be a continuous thing and it needs to stop. If anyone has any suggestions on how to get them to stop and to keep the peace, as well, I’m all for it.
I plan on paving the area between the shed and the front door and putting a little fountain and a nice table and chairs there by next spring. I don’t want it to be all dirty with my neighbor’s food!
Ahhh! I’m really frustrated….
- What Kind of Relationship Do You Have With Your Neighbors? (casasugar.com)