Last August bank holiday me and Lucy Lu flew out to see our friend Lottie who was very conveniently for us, living in the South of France. Now I know most of my travel posts are pretentious and classy, so I thought this time I'd shed some light on what really occurs when we're away. There's about 15% glamour and 85% rubbing Lucy's burns with aftersun and getting drunk to ABBA. So don't let the Instagram's and outfits fool you, because let's face it, at the end of the day we're just Brits abroad!
1.LE ARSEHOLES
First of all, let's just appreciate these GENUINE candid pics (so rare these days) Lottie got of me and Luce's chat, sums us up really. Our evening started off classy af, drinking wine and eating steaks al fresco. However as we sat sipping our booze, thinking we were Bridget Bardot, we forgot that we are in fact British white girls and subsequently transform into annoying, sloppy messes after approx one shared bottle. Henceforth the rest of the night was spent in an outdoor bar, belting everything from Oasis to our old school hymns. Of course we were convinced the angered French glares were simply stares of fascination at our talent.
2.PROTECTION AGAINST THE ELEMENTS
Sometimes a true Brit doesn't adapt to the elements abroad particularly seamlessly. Take Lucy for example; It's a known fact that she's as blind as they come and she burns like toast. Therefore we always ensure proper protection is put in place. Take note of her cautious yet stylish tactic of shades on top of genuine seeing glasses, along with the chic watermelon shorts fashioned across her delicate head. VOGUE. Meanwhile Lottie is not letting a little sand storm ruin her fun. Who says you can't sunbathe when there's no sun and so much wind you'll be shaking sand out of your hair for weeks. TROOPER.
3.BALCONY TURNERS
I've had some pretty spectacular meals in my time, over looking the Eiffel Tower or the Roman Colosseum but can anything truly compare to sitting in PJ's with a bottle (or 3) of wine on a balcony? We had candles burning and the portable speaker playing Fleetwood Mac until the early hours chatting absolute rubbish and laughing about everything and nothing (mainly Lucy's misfortunes!)
So there you have it, a few small tips into ensuring your next trip is painfully British and full of giggles. Peace.
