September goodbyes and October pies.

September 5th we flew out from Toronto Pearson Airport to start a new adventure in France. Leaving my family at the airport this time was very difficult because I have no exact fixed date that I am coming back. We all cried waterfalls until I had to put my foot down and say it was time to go through Security. Such a nightmare saying goodbye to loved-ones. This is us waiting at our Gate in Toronto.

#pearsonairport #loveuall #waitingforflight✈️

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Then we had to set up our new apartment with the help of Monsieur Chamionard. It was the biggest shock I wasn’t expecting. An apartment 30m2 unfurnished, not even two working lightbulbs. After three trips to Ikea and one community garage sale our apartment was functional and decorated.

View of London from my bed..

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#nofilter just me and bae having lunch ❤

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Please excuse the no-shirt filter 😉

As for our little community not far from Avignon it has quite a lot of charm.

#lachartreuse #villeneuvelesavignon

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From cloisters…

#cloitre #villeneuvelesavignon

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to castles…

#villeneuvelesavignon

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to a small community square…

#angles #architecture #mytown

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to a monastery, a church, a small grocery store, town markets, and many local restaurants. If we are looking for more shopping or activities we are only two bridges away from Avignon or what Maxime says is a 15 minute bike ride(more like 30 minutes).

#Avignon

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#Avignon

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#avignon #angles

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#pontdavignonsaintbénezet

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sur le pont en face d'avignon… on y danse… #avignon #avignoun

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Avignon has so much history surrounding it. From the Papacy moving from Rome to Avignon in the 1305, the palace being built in under 20 years, the Black Plague hitting and the dead bodies being thrown into the Rhone river under orders by the Pope. This city today is remembered for a famous bridge that originally spanned from Avignon to Villeneuve-les-Avignon. It had 22 arches and was the only bridge crossing the Rhone and connecting the route from Lyon to Marseille. The city does not cease to surprise me even though I do not visit it every opportunity I get. I have biked there once and walked once. Both times took forty minutes because I am very scared of biking on the road. (French drivers scare me even if there is a biking lane.)

I have been spending my time making Thanksgiving dinners, Pumpkin pies, and Ratatouille for the first time.

#ratatouillecesoir

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Homemade Pie 100% from scratch #thanksgivingeveryday #pumpkinpie #realpumpkin 👌😍🎃😋

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I draw my family members when I get homesick.

My dad when he makes faces…

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Try desserts.

#chocolatfondant

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And chill out at the University Library.

#notastudent #alwaysastudent #library

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You may think this is all pretty cool from your own perspective, but it is overrated. No matter where you are, appreciate it. When you get the chances to experience new places, harness it. But until then we all just need to keep on, keepin’ on.

Love,

ShalanaSays

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