“We had been here often before as tourists, desperate for our annual ration of two or three weeks of true heat and sharp light. Always when we left, with peeling noses and regret, we promised ourselves that one day we would live here.” ― Peter Mayle, A Year in Provence Admittedly, I have not yet…
Tag: Expat
Memories of Marseille
This weekend we celebrated an anniversary of sorts—two years since our first trip to Europe together. We took a European cruise in 2013 and that cemented, not only our love of world travel, but our love of seeing the world together. We departed out of Barcelona that trip, but our first port was Marseille, France….
In the footsteps of saints and wine growers
I think I am not the only one who occasionally often dreams of living in an 18th century French farmhouse in the countryside surrounded by vineyards, fruit trees and vegetable gardens. The pure simplicity of growing and harvesting the food we need and waking up to sunrise over a stunning and natural landscape is part…
Wheels of Freedom in Toulouse
We are officially official. Our VélôToulouse cards came in the mail this week, so now we have our city wheels and the freedom that comes with them! If you’ve been following my blog regularly, you might have picked up on the fact that I find riding around on a bike (especially if a skirt and…
10 Lessons I’ve learned as an Expat (thus far)
1. World history and geography CAN be fun. When I was growing up, I was never really good at geography and probably mediocre at world history. Now that we’re doing so much traveling, I can actually relate different places to experiences and mental images. The lessons I learned in school make so much more sense…
La Fête Nationale (a.k.a. Bastille Day)
This past weekend was a long one and full of parties and celebrations, which is probably why both Matt and I ended up with colds this week. Let me just say that Europeans really know how to party. Obviously our poor bodies weren’t quite up to the challenge. Let’s start with start with Bastille Day here…
I Wish…
I could take him with us. I mean, he does fit perfectly in the suitcase. All he needs is a passport! And then there’s this face:
Four Weeks and Counting
Reality that you’re about to move around the world in a month begins to sink in as you see pieces of furniture and decorations around your condo disappear as they are sold to friends or packed in boxes to be opened upon our return to the States. That’s where we are at right now. Matt…
Nothing Toulouse!
It’s official! We’re moving to Toulouse, France in 32 days. We first got the word about two and a half weeks ago while skiing in Vermont with Matt’s dad and brother. In between our morning and afternoon session on the first day, we stopped at our condo to grab a bite to eat and warm…
Eat, Drink, Move (Repeat) 