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The View From Down Under

The View From Down Under

The move to Australia has been a long time coming but now that I’m here it all feels very abrupt. The Englishman got wind of a potential Sydney posting months ago so we’ve had plenty of time to get used to the idea. But no matter how organized the packing job, or how much advance … Continue reading

Attention Les Gazelles

Attention Les Gazelles

In the blink of an eye, my two years in France have come and gone. Nice and I have had a classic romance: I was infatuated with the light and the color when I arrived and then reality set in and I had to work hard to learn the language and ingratiate myself in order … Continue reading

Subtle is good too

Subtle is good too

Spring is slowly emerging here, but there is not much springing taking place yet.  My local friends tell me it will be another month or so before the warm weather is here to stay. I’ve been longing for summer with its sultry heat, rich, saturated colors and seemingly endless hot, still, nights. Spring is more fleeting, … Continue reading

The last day for flip-flops in Nice.

The last day for flip-flops in Nice.

After my discouraging first day at school, things have been looking up considerably.  I am loving my class so far and miraculously I feel like my French is finally starting to improve. I never did find the elusive “U” bus but I managed to find the 22, which works just as well. I started off … Continue reading

The mysterious curse of room 235b

The mysterious curse of room 235b

I felt optimistic as I climbed the steep hill leading up to campus for my first day of school. I am attending the Corlone campus – one “e” away from being Nice’s mob school- which houses the languages department of Nice University. The Faculty of Lettres, or le fac as it is called, consists of … Continue reading

A rolling stone

A rolling stone

It has been just over one year since I decided I’d had enough of Washington, DC and set off on this adventure.  Since then I have been to seven countries and countless cities.  I have traveled by plane, train, subway, boat, motor scooter, bike, car, bus, and on foot.  I’ve lounged poolside, hiked up volcanoes, … Continue reading

Setting sail for a summer of travel

Setting sail for a summer of travel

The only word to describe Nice at the moment is: glorious. The summer is in full Mediterranean bloom and the weather is beyond perfect. The deep aqua sea is putting on its best sparkle for the hordes of visitors who stare in awe and the magic golden sunshine saturates every corner of the city until … Continue reading

Insomnia

Insomnia

The worst has happened: I can’t sleep. What’s the big deal? You might ask. While insomnia may seem like no big thing, especially in the recent wake of a nine-hour time change, it is a huge deal for me. I can sleep anywhere, anytime. On a bus or a plane, or at a party… It’s … Continue reading

…And I’m back. In Nice.

…And I’m back. In Nice.

After 35 hours in transit I made it back to Nice and the city has welcomed me with glorious, bright, warm, sunny weather. Despite all of my traveling, I have yet to figure out how to pack light.   This is a cause of great consternation for the Englishman, who manages to never bring more than … Continue reading

Lost in Portland

Lost in Portland

When I planned my escape from Washington all those many months ago, I wasn’t thinking that far into the future. After all, it was only a matter of weeks between the day I hatched my plan to flee the confines of my desk, and the day I actually arrived in the French Riviera. I was … Continue reading

Coming Home to France

Coming Home to France

After a month of traveling in the West Bank and Israel with a couple of pit stops in Paris, I have returned to Nice and am surprised by how glad I am to be “home”. Everyone feels relived to return from a long trip; to be able to sleep in your own bed and do … Continue reading

Humbling Experience

Humbling Experience

The Provencal sun has set on tourist season here in Nice and the student body has thinned at my adorable little language school, tucked in beside the cumquat trees on Rue D’angleterre The over sixties have long since returned to their comfortable retirement, and the visiting university students are probably sound asleep in their French … Continue reading

Learning to Budget

Learning to Budget

I have been in France for nearly a month now, and the Englishman has gone back to work, so I am on my own for the first time, and the vacation is over. I have vastly overblown my resources in the past few weeks, flitting around Nice and Corsica and Italy as if I am … Continue reading

Settling In

Settling In

I arrived here in Nice on Tuesday and have been spending the past few days getting formally acquainted with the city. I’ve been to this part of France on a few holidays over the years, but the packed restaurants and bars and the stretches of eerily blue water feel a bit different now that I’m … Continue reading

And I’m Off!

And I’m Off!

I keep waiting to really freak out. Waiting for the moment when I lose it. As I was falling asleep the other night my mind started to wander and I started planning what time I needed to wake up for work, and wondering if I had kept anything that would be appropriate to wear to … Continue reading