Hospitals, Wine, and Port-a-Potties. (Say WHAT?)

What’s Wrong With This Picture?

We’ve been in France 13 weeks.  Tanner knows more French medical words than French business words.  The nurses in the hospital recognize him by sight – on several shifts.  We intimately know our way around the cardiology floors of the hospital.  And we know which rooms have better views.  The cardiologist recognized me by name in the hallway.

Room with a View, even if it IS snowing outside!

2nd time’s the charm, they say.  Tanner told them there would be no 3rd time! Two heart surgeries within 4 weeks.  This, too, shall pass!  My husband is amazing.  [Mattel’s hot ticket in 1976 was PULSAR: MAN OF ADVENTURE.  He looks like Race Bannon to me.  Comment me if you know who that is.  🙂  HAHA.]

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My French Sucks.

 Here’s what I know about myself.  I am one of those people who is really good as an advanced beginner (or intermediate, depending on the subject) – but I don’t like being at the bottom of the next level up!  As in skiing — and tap dancing — and FRENCH!

My French:  

vs. French conversation class today:

How can I learn FRENCH when I don’t even know what “future perfect continuous” tenses are in ENGLISH?!?!   I have been humbled. And I don’t like it.  WAAAYYYYYY out of my comfort zone.  Maybe the French language has 40% fewer words than English, but I have such a long way to go.  I believe the word in English is DAUNTING.

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ON BEING AN EXPAT IN SIX WORDS OR LESS

A cocktail of opportunities and challenges.

  • Exciting, weird, lost, fun, scary, adventurous.
  • Mentally tough.  Fascinating.  Fractured and thrilling.
  • Interesting. Lonely. Lovely. Frustrating. Never Boring.
  • Steep learning curves with no comfort zone.

I went to the International Women’s Club (IWC) last night and was really amazed at the nations represented just in Clermont-Ferrand alone!  Brazil, Vietnam, France, England, Ireland, India, Canada…along with a few Americans. Young, old, all over the spectrum.  Their stories are fascinating – attending boarding schools as children, families of diplomats, living in the Orient for decades, raising children, missing families, and some living here after retirement – they just decided to stay!

There’s the British woman who married a Frenchman years ago and her mother still refuses to acknowledge him because he’s FRENCH – and Catholic. The Indian woman who lived in Thailand for years.  The French woman who lived in an Iowa university town with her husband for a decade, LOVED it, and said it took years to readjust to living in France again – her home country!

Now – for comparison – the United States is vast as well as ethnically AND culturally diverse.  Because of our beginnings as the land of opportunity, ‘the new world’, we continue to be the biggest melting pot!  According to PewResearch.org, the United States leads the world in total immigrant population with more than 46 million immigrants, which is nearly 20% of the world’s total immigrant population.

Being an expat IS strange and different and unusual – compared to what I’m used to.  Being American doesn’t mean a specific culture or ‘type.’  To say to an international group that you are an American is only part of the story.  Your STORY is actually ‘I’m from the South, y’all,’ or ‘I’m from Nu’ Joi-see,’ or ‘hey, dude, I’m like from LA….,” or “Boomer Sooner!”  🙂 We eat Sushi and Tex-Mex.  We have Indian casinos in the West, world leading aerospace industry in the Northeast, and world-class skiing in Colorado.  We are the land of Las Vegas, Paula Dean, South by Southwest, Bassnectar, Silicon Valley, and the Pioneer Woman.

It’s a big world out there and we all have our stories to tell!

LIMBO. No, not the dancing game.

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