When I search for The Little French Village I may be living in next year, via google I find out virtually nothing about it. It has an aerodome nearby (read: air field) and I have reason to believe it has a castle, but this isn't all that unusual for the little towns around Paris. Google images brings me this:
This guy (Could he be more French??):
And this:
Flickr shows me images of the countryside,
but little of the village itself.
I do know Versailles is nearby (and Paris is thirty minutes north east, in case you are wondering) and there are a few other small villages in the area but that's about all I can find. The Frenchman will live somewhere to the east and a little further south, about an hour away. I will be a very good friend of the train in France.
All that currently stands between me and my new family with their mystery village is the visa process. Gathering paperwork is tedious, but soon (God willing!) I will be able to jump the pond and become a Frenchie.
There are only a few weeks until the Frenchman packs up and leaves America for good. We've agreed that neither of us can say what will happen once I'm over there (which means he won't think about it and I don't want to know if he does) so there is a certain melancholy that hangs on me. Luckily, I have a million and one things to do before I then leave the country, and that excitement over powers the other feelings quite. a. bit.
In other completely non-related (and not sad) news, I have to share this with you, because I find it at once horribly disturbing and hilarious. Thank you MgFgTg for your love of squirrels, and for giving me something to laugh at today. I only wish I made such constructive use of my time!
Friday, June 6, 2008
Not Counting My Chickens
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No problem evolving. You Yankee Doodles gave us the squirrel in the first place, or maybe we borrowed one and it multiplyed, I don't know but whatever.
P.S. does your Frenchy like soccer? (That's what you call it isn't it, soccer, you realise that in England the use of the word soccer makes most people sick in their mouths, it's too public school, which oddly means a school you have to pay to go to, the reason for this is that the first free schools in England were funded by the church, so you had to be either catholic of prodestant to go to them, but private schools were open to anyone with the cash.) You still with me, yes the soccer Euro tourament starts Saturday France's first game is on Monday and if your guy is French he'll be interested in the result. England didn't qualify, don't ask.
France have Romania then Holland and then Itlay the world champions. It's being called the group of death. He's French so he'll pretend he doesn't care then kick an animal, hint, he cares. When you're watching Romania watch out for Adrian Mutu, he's Romanian, he's pretty shit hot. He got fired from Chelsea for snorting Coke, he now plays for Fiorentina in Italy. Use these facts to impress your boyfriend during the game and good luck pretending to be interested!
i'm gonna have to start saving my pennies so i can come see you in france!
p.s. that first pictures seriously makes me laugh like a hyena and i'm not sure why...
Did you try Google Earth? Thats how we say Portsmouth, Uk....before Bob went.
You are going to love being abroad!! Trains are a godsend there!! I loved travelling that way, so simple and easy.. (I was in Austria and vacationed for a weekend in Italy) It is so much cheaper and it is SO easy!! YAY public transportation!! Just don't fall asleep on a trip if you HAVE to be somewhere or are limited on cash.. I went to Vienna twice (the second time accidentally, because I had fallen asleep on the train on my 6 hour ride back from Venice.. OOPS!!)
Lee
This post is so reminiscent of my life a mere two years ago that somehow now seems like twelve. I hope everything works out for you. Good luck with the visa application - the ladies at the French embassy in Houston were unexpectedly friendly when I went, so don't be worried. Bon courage!
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