And I’m not thrilled with what it says about me (author’s photo) My partner and I were listening to a BBC interview with the author Joanne Harris about her new book, Broken Light.Harris explained that the 50-year-old protagonist, Bernie Moon, is going through menopause and feels invisible. She’s given her life to other people — her husband, her son, her … Continue reading I think i understand why i’m bad at relationships
Author: janicegoestofrance
Learning French at the Super U
Or Super Ooo as the locals say. Probably Supere Oooo. I walk down there most days, partly for exercise, but also because I don't have a car and can't carry much back at one time. I consider each visit a French lesson of sorts. I have learned to shake my head, or say 'non,' when … Continue reading Learning French at the Super U
Food I’ve made in France
mushroom soup endive salad with tomatoes, olives and goat cheese
Reality . . .
Joe just drove off, back to De Gaulle, in the little black Fiat we've been using for the last ten days or so. Now the real adventure of living in France begins. With him here, its seemed more like a vacation--except for journal entries and a few observations, I've done no writing. Not sure I … Continue reading Reality . . .
Washing Day
Although I've only been in France for a little over a week, I wonder at what point I will stop feeling as though I'm on vacation and start to actually feel that I'm living here. Yesterday, I had a glimmer of how that might feel. I needed to wash clothes. In the kitchen of Le … Continue reading Washing Day
Le Mot du Jour
Yesterday, I learned the word manquer
If not now, never
In four days, I'll be leaving for France. Friends take me to dinner, the guys upstairs had a going away party. I'll be gone for a year. At least that's my thought at this time. I'm prepared to be homesick, lonely, etc. I just hope that I'm not homesick and lonely enough to come back … Continue reading If not now, never
Dinner ce’st soir
My last week in California. An apartment emptied of everything but the airmatress, which deflates in the middle of the night, an outdoor table for my laptop and scattered papers over the floor. I'm ready to leave.
OLD AGE IS A FOREIGN COUNTRY. SO IS FRANCE 