Hi, friends. It's been a while, eh? Sorry for the prolonged time out, I just really needed to cinch up my to-do list as much as possible during the field season so I could get things wrapped up before we started off on our extended trip. I think my efforts at streamlining paid off, as it was a pretty low-stress lead-up to our departure. DH and I didn't even have to have our usual pre-vacation blowout. I had it pencilled in for the weekend before we left, but after a brief scuffle over the definition of plaid while we were packing, we found we didn't really have it in us and postponed the event indefinitely.
Anyway, it was a helluva commute, but we made it safely - and still blowout-free! - and are living happily in our home-away-from-home for the month in Colmar, France.
Never heard of Colmar? Well let me tell you, this town is charming. Charming as fuck. Like, so charming that if it were a dude I
Its charm is so powerful, so overwhelming to mere mortals like myself, that it would have impregnated me by sheer force of its attractiveness and I would have given birth to many equally charming baby towns, and scattered them across the countryside, and that is the origin story of the Alsace region. Sure, there were wars and land annexations and such, but in the beginning there was only me and this unreasonably sexy town and our dozens of charming baby towns. My only regret is giving them all such unpronounceable names. Alas, it was the fashion at the time.
Did you know France has the second-highest birth rate in the EU? I am convinced this is purely on the strength of Colmar's charm. Colmar: dropping panties since the 9th century AD. (Ireland's is the highest, by the way, which is obviously due to the prevalence of irresistible redheads.)
Welp, seems I have a proposal for a new town slogan to write up, so I'll sign off here. À bientôt!
