If you visited this page before 11/28/2018; you read the following:
As an American, it is not that easy to move to an EU country unless you marry a citizen of that country (I know because I almost did that years ago). There are so many rules, regulations, documents, and more documents that are necessary…and that applies only to obtaining your initial Visa. Years ago when I lived in Europe, it was a piece of cake. Not so now.
Our goal is to move to an EU country…France in particular (hopefully) at least part-time. I plan on documenting our experience…so I can see how far we’ve come when all is said and done.
While this photo is Pézenas (France), but it could be many places. Being a Gemini, I have way too many ‘happy places’ to count. We may use Mexico as a base (I AM NOT SELLING ALL OUR POSSESSIONS TO TRAVEL, THAT’S NOT MY IDEA OF A GOOD TIME), this could be the best decision for us. Six months in Europe can be done without a visa if you plan correctly. And, I am a planner. Planning a trip to the Soviet Union in 1974 (Americans were not traveling there at the time, especially young women) showed me I am capable of many things. I’m still capable just a wee bit older.
Breaking News, as of 11/29/2018
Okay, this paragraph is not breaking news. I’ve been a Francophile long before I knew what the word meant. I loved everything about the country. When Ray and I married, he soon became enamored with France. Not a bad thing for a Francophile wife. I wasn’t complaining.
We can thank my recent re-visit to The South-of-France for cha-cha-cha changes (David Bowie rocks).
Ray and I had much to discuss when I returned home, and thankfully we were on the same page. Life is short (boy, don’t I know that) and while we love San Miguel de Allende, our heart of hearts is in France. It always has been. I mean, I named a business ‘The French Elements,’ traveled there whenever the opportunity presented itself and read everything I could find about the country, customs, the people.. you get the idea.
SO, we are moving to France if they will have us.
I can deal with the paperwork; I can deal with international movers (that will pack, ship, and unpack, hopefully with everything intact), I can deal with finding a place to live, I can deal with the bureaucracy.
I can deal.
So, in the spring, we travel to the French Consulate in LA (you know I love LA, I used to live in Marina del Rey, Playa del Rey, Redondo, and Manhattan Beach), dossiers in hand to start the process. But first, the FBI background check…etc.
Fingers crossed, prayers said, believing for a YES!
Viva La France
Can you guess where we’re looking? I’d share, BUT I took a vow of silence.