I really don’t want to, but it’s got to happen. If I could transport family, Frida and friends (‘the three Fs’) to France, i’d be happy to live here long term, but that’s not entirely practical. Besides, England needs me - I leave for a few months, and the country falls into disarray, with elections, and new Prime Ministers popping up all over the place.
So, in a nice end-of-France post, I thought I’d make a list of some of the things i’m going to miss about France. It’s difficult to think of them all off the top of my head, as i’ll probably only realise a lot of them once i’m back in the UK. Still, here’s a few:
- Fresh baguettes - stereotypical, but true
- Trams. I actually love them.
- Ordering food in a restaurant, and not being entirely sure what it is until it arrives.
- Complaining about the lack of bacon.
- Being a foreigner.
- Learning a few new words every day. Forgetting them the next.
- Getting lost in the city, and simply wandering around until finding out where I am.
- Being able to understand people, when they think you have no idea what they’re saying.
- Being a ‘celebrity’ in school, and having every pupil saying “Good morneeng, Gaveen” as they walk past.
- The more relaxing speed of life. England is too fast, busy and grey. France is the opposite.