Mar 28, 2006 18:09
"So I was now the owner of a villa whose lands it would take two oxen two days to plow. Owning neither an ox nor a plow, I'd have to take their word for that."
-Frances, Under the Tuscan Sun
So it's not Italy, and not a villa, but I am now renting a tiny appartement in my Montpellier, no bigger than the back of your hand, in the center of the city, only four or so blocks away from the gay plaza of Europe. The French Riviera is only ten minutes away by taxi, or by car, should I be so fortunate to meet a man with a car. I need to buy a new beach towel, but my European purple sunglasses and tiny white speedo with blue seahorses are ready to be worn again.
I will be flying with Aimee in May, a week or so after exams are done. We will fly to Paris, where we will meet Eric again and have lunch, and then proceed to take the TGV to Montpellier, where she will run into her petit-ami again and I will embark on the journey of a lifetime.
All in all, life is going quite beautiful right now. Let the countdown to France begin.
Also, if you're in the area, and would like to see France, give me a call and you can always stay with me.