Oooh la la, I can see way the rich and famous come here to tour in their yachts and stroll on the beach. The topography is spectacular. The sea butts up to these rugged, rocky hills. Palm trees abound and the air is filled with tranquility. Really....it is.
My French was challenged immediately after deplaning as our driver spoke only a handful of English words. I did okay, I think. Finding our house was also not easy, but alas, we made it. The kids made a friend instantly with my landlady's daughter. They ran around like mad for hours while I made a quick trip to town for the bare essentials- bread, cheese, olives, salami and wine. Luckily Annette, my landlady, escorted me which was extremely helpful as I may have ended up in Spain, had I been left to my own devices.
Fun Fact 1: It is true that French people drive very fast on these very little roads
Fun Fact 2: I learned that since it was Monday, there is no fresh milk. They sell milk in plastic bottles that do not need to be refrigerated...I will let you know what that is, after I have my coffee tomorrow.
I am absolutely giddy about starting this adventure in my life. After much planning, it is finally here and I plan on soaking up every moment.
People watching at JFK- way more variety than smalltown Colorado.
Settling into the largest plane they have ever seen
The sophisticated part of our team
Clay in his bedroom window of our 400 year old stone house