10 days have passed since my family and I arrived at the busy airport in Nantes, France. On the airplane, I couldn’t help but think about the life I had on Tenerife. My friends, who dream about leaving the island, feel so far. The home that I lived in for nine months feels so distant. But life has moved on, we are moving on. When my sisters and I walked off the plane we spoke Spanish and laughed to each other about how no one would understand us, but I think we all were a bit saddened that Spanish wouldn’t be apart of our daily lives anymore.
Despite the frustrating language barrier, it’s no doubt that France is beautiful. My family is currently living with some friends in Brittany, and the landscape is gorgeous. It is foresty and the houses are traditional, with cobblestone walls. There is a train system, something that I’ve missed for a long time. There are white sand and rose-colored sand beaches that touch the chilly, but clear water.
I am also lucky enough to have delicious homemade french meals, made by our friend Titouan’s lovely mom. Titouan’s family has been more than generous in showing us around Brittany and helping us with our French. Not to mention exciting me with this years Women’s World Cup, as football is a very important part of their culture. As well as introducing me to French music like Orelsan’s – La fête est finie and Vegedream’s – Ramenez la coupe a la maison.
And finally, being in France reminds me of how much I missed mainland Europe.
Here is a quote that I like in French:
Les chefs-d’oeuvre ne sont jamais que des tentatives heureuses. -George Sand
“Masterpieces are never anything else but happy attempts.”