France, You've Let Me Down...

France, I'm writing to let you know that we are through. Even the kingdom of Spain (Hey, is Spain a kingdom or is it just a plain old country? I'm not sure), even SPAIN has little red dots showing up on my ClustrMap (right-hand column--see the map with the red dots?) after all this time.

Oh, sure, you might have to find the word "Navigate" on the ClustrMap and then choose "Map in small clusters" to see the dots representing Spain, but they're THERE France, they EXIST. Where are YOUR dots? Huh? Huh? Where are they? And it's not like you haven't been warned. (see my August 12 post to you).

For lots of years everyone said to me, "Oh the French, they're such difficult people. They can be downright cruel and inhospitable to tourists." But I always defended you, saying, "Oh no, the French, once they accept you, they embrace you and welcome you into their culture. Blah, blah, blah." Well, I don't feel the embrace France. Where is the "embrace"??

The fact is, you can KEEP your delicious, thin, buttery crepes or your scrumptious Boeuf Bourgignon with small, perfectly cooked carrots on the side. I don't need your tasty dry red Cabernet Sauvignon or luscious Pinot Noir. I don't need to see the Louvre again, or the Seine, or the city of Paris for that matter. Nor do I need to visit Mont St. Michel--the most beautiful abbey in the whole world--one last time, or what's the name of that place again with the bumpy hills that look like the surface of the Moon in the middle of nowhere? I forget. Who cares? I'm not going there ever again either.

I don't care how many times your tourism office sends me brochures trying to lure me back to your country. We're through. It was fun while it lasted France, but it's over. . . Nice knowing ya.