Stories I've collected while living in France and tripping over my tongue at the flea markets! Everything from the kitchen sink to the Oh la la of living in France! Come take a peek in my world, daily sharings and images!
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View Larger Map Twenty steps to a new Life: 1986 Yann, (my French Husband) took a year off to travel through the U.S.A.. He had a childhood friend who lived in Chicago, so he went there first. Skylark was a $300 rusty car. He bought it to see his...
Before I continue with "How I met French Husband at the I Beam,' let me tell you how French Husband's journey began.... Skylark was such a pretty name for the rusty old car that Yann bought in Chicago for $300. His childhood friend, a Franco-American...
Two years after my boyfriend died I still was far from myself, life seem to spin in a different circle. Questioning the meaning of life became my new past time, along with spewing angry words at God. I felt lost in a very dark cave called depression. I...
The differences between France and the USA are many. Vast and varied, and I cannot possible list them all. When I moved to France over twenty years ago I had no idea what I was getting myself into, I was naive, a late bloomer, very much in love, and...
When I moved to France to be with my French Husband, I was nearly thirty years old. I spoke a handful, or less of French words. To make matters worse when I met my French Husband, he spoke a handful of English words. It made life interesting, arguments...
