I went to France a few years ago on a horseback-riding trip that was AWESOME. Then, earlier this year, I went back to write an article on intercultural grief stuff (complicated…) and I rented an apartment for two weeks. I had one friend and basic, BASIC french skills, but a very big sense of adventure.
I went there to have fun, live it up, and do something kinda outside my confor zone, and what happened??? I found a fantastic boyfriend! A musician in Paris, he is French and we decided to stay together after I lived with him for 3 months there. He moved to the US to be here with me and play music to Americans and it’s been surreal! This kind of thing DOES NOT happen to me.
But he’s great. Whatever they say about French guys cheating, it’s a hollywood myth. There are great people in every country in this world. He loves America and I couldn’t be more pleased with my jackpot, I love him to death… but I’d love to move there….. someday I think. Soon. I need to learn french and see more of the world.
