Here we are, at the beginning of MaY MEMOIR! Each day in the month of May I'll be posting part of each chapter from my memoir, Ca va? Stories from Rural Life in Southern France where I share the joys, challenges, and oddities of French provincial living.
The Prologue
Alright, a prologue isn’t exactly a chapter, but each story has a beginning. This is the moment where Fate stepped in and decided I needed to follow a different path.
From:
Ca va? Stories from Rural Life in Southern France
He stood in the doorway asking us to keep it down; a silhouette with a curly mop of hair.
“You’re keeping me up”, he says. “My window is right there”, and he points to the 600 year old stone house just a few feet away.
Panicky, I look at Corrine; she speaks French, she’ll know what do. She walks across the terrace with a smile, and then, confidently, offers the unknown a glass a wine.
“Well, it’s better than going back to bed and not sleeping because of the noise” he says. And it was, much better.
That 600 year old house is now my home and that curly headed silhouette, he’s the reason I went from living in Chicago to living in a village in the middle of mountains in the south of France. I quit my job, said goodbye to my friends, and moved thousands of miles away from my family. I stepped into another world, another time, and found a brand new adventure.
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