If I got offered a job in Europe I would leave without even thinking twice. I would abandon my house. I would abandon my friends and family (except Wife, I'm awful fond of her and she'd kill me if I didn't take her with me). I would abandon my clothes (because let's face it Americans are a decade behind European fashion). I would board the next ship setting sale to the old world. So I guess in this strange fantasy I'd be a nude impoverished stowaway on a trans-Atlantic freighter...
Sorry I just wanted to see how disturbing you found that image. Very disturbing you say? Wife should return to her censorship role on this blog you say? Yeah you're probably right. Sorry about that.
In any case, my Europhilia (my spell check wants to make that necrophilia...I think I'll stop using spell check) lives on because of the over idealized memories of my time in France. (Ah que la France me manque.) The fact that Wife and I are foodies doesn't hurt my love of the old world either. Nor does the fact that the last time we were in France I managed to lose 10 pounds in 10 days hurt our desire to go back. Plus given my current elephantine proportions this weight loss would be very welcome. Though if we stay 200 days would that mean I disappear?
Yes I'm up above 200 again, the Wii fit already calls me obese and asks if I walk into walls you guys don't have to be mean too. Great, now I'm going to have to get some ice cream and turn on the Lifetime Movie network. Thanks a lot. (For more information regarding my mood swings see my upcoming post on Wife's other blog.)
Really what calls me back to the mother land though is quirky videos like this one. (Sorry Astrid but Sweden must be a weird place)