France and I have been acquainted for years. From the first time I came with my parents and sulked my way through Provence, The Cote d’Azur, Loire Valley and Paris to grand shopping tours in the 90s to today when I’m once again as broke as I was when my parents brought me for the first time (my French hasn’t improved since then, either).
As an experiement, I decided it was time to take a break from New York City and take a sabbatical in France. See if I could survive in a place without a 7-11 and nail salon on every corner. I also wanted to see France as only a French person can… well, a poor French person who doesn’t speak French.
What better way to get to know a country than to move in with it?
About me: I’m an advertising copywriter, fervent traveler and blogger for the Huffington Post. Oh yeah, and I’m broke (please send money).
I’m now writing from Antibes in the South of France.