Sometimes I think I hear the groans and moans and “ya, ya” accompanied by eye rolls. Ok, so there’s lavender and good wine and non-stop baguettes and people sit in the outdoor cafés, even in January.
Sometimes I cannot even explain it to myself. The last two bananas I’ve eaten were from the Ivory Coast and Columbia, respectively. So it isn’t just about the abundance of fresh, local produce year ’round. But in part, it is. More
It’s almost ten years down the line since my arrival in France to take care of the Domaine de Claparèdes, a compound of vacation rental properties in the south of France. I’m reflecting on all that has happened since those hot and humid days of broken pool gates and broken promises. I realize that until that experience, I was a spirit looking for a home. Until that summer and these ensuing years, I was basically spiritually homeless. I was a French soul living in another country. More
In keeping with my compare-and-contrast theme, I’m reflecting on the July holidays. We’ve just celebrated our July 4th holiday … our celebration of independence. On July 14th, the French will celebrate their version of Independence Day.
The following two paragraphs are culled from information on the Internet. It doesn’t take much reading to glean the similarities. More
I’ve just completed a four-day writers retreat at Interlochen. Guilt washed over me like an unexpected rain storm, as I realized how little I’ve written these past weeks, and how I’ve neglected my blog. Sorry.
As regular readers know, I often compare and contrast my life in France with my life in Michigan: weather, food, activities, people, and pets, just to name some of the topics. More
Amazing how quickly the days, weeks, months, and seasons come and go. Spring has finally arrived here in the Luberon … just as I must leave. This post will be shorter than most, so I can get on with packing.
I’ve had a nasty head cold, which seems to be on the run. Gratefully, it seemed to run its course in record time. Pardon the racing analogy, but being in France did not mean being immune to, nor away from, the non-stop reporting on the Boston Marathon bombing. My head and heart were both heavy. More
I’m down to the last month of my winter stay in Provence. Actually, it’s going on eight months. Spring has been a little reluctant to appear. There are, however, a few signs of warmer days. The sunshine yellow forsythia is full. Early daffodils and violets provide dabs of yellow and purple to the drab ground. Although the cherry trees are only showing feeble signs of blossoms, the almond trees are in full array. More
If I were in Michigan, it would be just another one of those typically Michigan gray days. Here in the Luberon, however, it is unusual, and I feel a sense of sadness. Amazing how quickly a person can become addicted to the provençal sun and blue skies.
I’m spending a few days again near Roussillon with my friends, the furry felines Sebby, Frankie, and Ellie. Their folks are away for a short break.
I’m almost reluctant to write about how warm the temperatures are here and the fact that the almond trees are just beginning to blossom. I know that the greater Grand Traverse Area is still experiencing snow. Today as I walked around the village, I spotted the first blossoms against the provençal blue sky. More
Over the years that I’ve been writing this blog, I’ve attempted to present life here as it is, outside of the guidebooks and movies. Events of the past couple of months made me realize that I have not touched on some of the less savory aspects of life in Provence.
Car thefts, break-ins of houses, and other forms of robbery and theft are not that uncommon, particularly during the summer months. Tourists make easy targets for purse snatching. Cars loaded with purchases from the market are easy pickings. ATM machines are very prevalent here and one is always advised to use extra caution when using them. More
When you live with one foot on two separate continents, life takes on a different dimension. Regular readers of this blog will remember that I did several posts last year, with the theme of “here and there”.
I recently visited with the English woman who is basically responsible for my being here in France. It was while working for her that I began considering Saignon and the Luberon area my second home. During our recent visit, we had a good conversation about the notion of parallel lives; lives lived with equal depth, intensity, and meaning, in two geographically distant places. More