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Bob Darling,

I do not know how to contact you. I have tried your email to no avail so now I am doing desperate things like say….this. I am going to be visiting a dear friend of mine, Magdalena, in Alicante and I would hate to be in Spain again and not have the opportunity to see you and be a one minute spy on your new and, I am sure, utterly fabulous life. I adore you the ever elusive Bob. I am searching for you. And know you are always welcome here. There is a bottle of wine and a beach towel with your name on it. Des grandes bises cherie.

Your friend who is waving at you out her window because we are practically neighbors,

Sarah

Living in the South of France

Lyrics by Sarah Varca

To be performed by The Knickerbocker Family Band

Come to the land of wine and food
Where our lunch breaks last from noon till two
We’ll get drunk on the beach in the afternoon
Cause in the south of France that’s how we do

Let me tell you bout my new home
In the south of France where the stray cats roam
People round here just party all day
Then they party all night while they parlent français
There aint no rules they just do as they please
Popping corks like kings and bingin on cheese
Ou le phrase de jour is “pourquoi pas”
So raise you glass and chante avec moi
Oh the best way to make new friends is to dance
So take a chill pill we’re living in the south of France
Take a chill pill we’re living in the south of France

Just watch me throw my watch in the ocean
Gettin high off brie and sun tan lotion
In the south of France the fish is freshest
And men always tell you your accent’s precious
Old women on the beach without their tops on
We’re all hippie dancin thinkin “where’s the time gone?”
Take naps on the beach if you’re fatigués
And drink more wine if you are soifés
So let down your hair and loosen your pants
Then take a chill pill we’re living in the south of France
Yeah take a chill pill we’re living in the south of France

 

This is a place where time is irrelavent
And hangovers are a sign of a night well spent

 

Come to the land of wine and food
Where our lunch breaks last from noon till two
We’ll get drunk on the beach in the afternoon
Cause in the south of France that’s how we do

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ladies!  We are remiss that Bob wasn’t here, but we’re all learning how to blog. Hope Sarah has the loveliest trip xoxo!

Best,

Katie, Sarah, Carissa, and Jacklynn

We done learnt.

-Sarah & Katie