Last summer while we were in France for two months, we seriously began to think about the possibility of moving there for good when our children (4 and 7 at the time) begged us not to go back home. They like France more. Sounds too simple, right? But they are children, and that was their only excuse.
We tried reasoning with them, explaining that if we really lived in France, we’d have to work and go to school like everyone else. That didn’t slow them down. As it turns out, trying to reason with them quickly turned into trying to reason with ourselves. Well, we started to think about it. We’ve wanted to move back to the south of France for 13 years. Why not just do it?
That’s when it all began. When we got back to St. Louis last August and geared up for the school year, I went into my first faculty meeting of the year knowing in my heart that it would be my “last first meeting of the year”. Since then, we’ve been quite busy trying to get our house ready to go on the market.
Now it’s almost May, the house has been on the market 36 days, and we’re playing the waiting game. It would be so nice to just know where we’ll be in three months time. No home sale = No move to France (not for another whole year).
In my next post I’ll summarize how we’ve spent the last nine months preparing for the big move.
This whole time I’ve been planning the summer trip with my students I’ve been thinking I’d be the only chaperone (it’s only 11 kids, after all). Well….. that’s all changed now! I’ve got another teacher going with me now. Probably a good thing, in case anything should happen to go wrong. Will know for sure tomorrow who it’s gonna be, but it looks like it will be one of the Spanish teachers. That’s cool, b/c I really like him a lot. He usually does a trip to Spain every year but this year there weren’t enough kids to do it (again I’ll say it, DARN ECONOMY). He knows Madrid like the back of his hand, good thing for me b/c that’s one of the two places on the trip I’ve never visited. He says we can easily take a day trip to Toledo on the train. OH… and I bought my ticket back to Paris from Madrid today. 9 EUROS!!!! MERCI, RYAN AIR! Well, you do have to pay 15 euros for one bag and it can’t weigh more than 15 KILOS????? Gonna have to pack WAY lighter than usual. Ever flown Ryan Air? Wonder what it’s like. Can’t be worse than Southwest Air. C’mon… 9 Euros? As long as we take off and land safely, I’m game!
It’s true. There’s really nothing better than butter. Especially SALTED butter. Yum. Butter makes everything so much better. I’m a firm believer in using only real butter in cooking, never margarine. When we take the time to cook and bake, much love goes into these actions. By using real butter, we are giving ourselves, our friends, our children, our family a little taste of heaven instead of a mere substitute for the pleasure they could be enjoying. Let’s hear it for real butter!