I’m French, officially!

You might say Franco-American but that reminds me of a spaghetti product from days gone by so I think I’ll stick with French and American. Once you have lived continuously in France for 5 years you can apply for citizenship and you wait several months to see if your application will be accepted. With that accomplished, you then wait a year or 3 or 5, depending on where in the country you live, to be summoned to an interview by an immigration officer who must confirm that you are integrated into French society. A few months after that, assuming everything goes as planned, your name appears in the Journal Officiel (the US version would be the Congressional Record) and “suddenly” you’re French.

Continue reading “I’m French, officially!”

To the manor born

There’s a British TV comedy series that inspired today’s blog post title about a week we spent on the north coast of Brittany. In the show, when former mistress of the manor, Audrey, loses her husband, she sells the grand estate to a wealthy businessman but moves into the property’s small lodge house where she can keep an eye on the new owner. We both enjoyed watching it so it wasn’t unexpected when Bill asked me if I wanted to stay in a manor house. What did surprise me however, was that he was investigating a seaside vacation where we could walk along a rocky coast. Could this be the best of both worlds?

Continue reading “To the manor born”

Total immersion

Years ago, Bill and I spent 2 weeks at a language school in Cologne learning German. We were in large group classes or self-study for 6 hours each day and then went “home” to a wonderfully warm and welcoming grandmother who treated us like family. Breakfast and dinner were included in our fees and she even invited us to share Easter lunch with her daughter and grandkids. Her son-in-law brought a mini-keg of beer that helped the food, conversation, and laughter stretch well into the evening. This approach worked so well that we decided to try a similar but even more personalized method with French.

Continue reading “Total immersion”

Peanut Buster®, parfait!

Whenever someone from the US is coming to visit Carcassonne, they always ask if they can bring us anything from the grocery store. During our first year here that answer might have been, “Yes, please, spices for Mexican food” but now we’ve even found those so we can confidently thank them and say, “no”. Inevitably the follow up question is, “Do you miss anything from America?” and that too gets a truthful, “no”, although there is a little wiggle room on that response. This headline from French TV/radio BFM will give you a hint as to why: “Dairy Queen to open restaurants in France.” A cliché but true, we all scream for ice cream!

Continue reading “Peanut Buster®, parfait!”

Buying a washing machine

When we made the big move across the Atlantic, we sold our house in the US completely furnished. That was a practical choice for several reasons: it wasn’t necessary to have a huge garage sale to get rid of the furnishings of a 4000 ft² (371 m²) house; we didn’t have to ship all of that across the ocean and try to squeeze it into a 1000 ft² (93 m²) house here; and all of those electrical appliances weren’t going to work in France anyway. What that did mean, however, was that once we had decided on a maison to buy we then had to fill it with living room, dining room, and bedroom furniture plus the all-important kitchen. That was 8 years ago and if you’ve had experience with household machinery, you know what’s coming next.

Continue reading “Buying a washing machine”

Bamboo-zled

It’s easy to associate food and wine with France, but what about surfing? The Atlantic coast, particularly the southwestern region, is a world-renowned surfing destination with some beaches offering waves as high as 30 meters (100 feet). And while you’re there, take a look at Europe’s tallest sand dune, near Bordeaux, at 100 meters (330 feet) high. Who knew that we have a geyser at Vals-les-Bains that erupts every 6 hours? And now for today’s topic that you might not immediately connect with France—bamboo—and the park dedicated to this prolific plant located within the Cévennes National Park.

Continue reading “Bamboo-zled”

No cell phones, ever!

Do you remember the 1981 movie, “Mommie Dearest”, that depicted Joan Crawford’s distaste for how her daughter was storing her clothes in the closet? The quote was, “No wire hangers, ever!” and a town about an hour south of Paris has adopted a similar rule for cell phones. Known in France as a “téléphone mobile (or) portable” because of their portable nature, the government estimates that 95% of the population has at least one. In theory however, despite that overwhelming number, there’s one community where you won’t find them in public.

Continue reading “No cell phones, ever!”