I guess those crazy frenchies weren’t so crazy after all.
I hadn't realized it at the time, but that conversation had planted an insatiable seed inside my heart. Today, I'm here with one of my best friends to kick off six weeks of living and working remotely in France.
Amber and I made our way to Bordeaux as soon as we landed in Paris. We couldn’t have picked a better place to experience our first taste of Europe! The city shines elegance and good taste and we were both infatuated from the moment we stepped onto its streets. We wandered around for hours, gawking widely and smiling excessively. Beyond being named as one of the world’s most beautiful places, the region also houses one of the most esteemed wine regions in the country. I arranged a wine tour for our first day that took us to the nearby medieval village of Saint Emilion. Our guide Sophie was fantastic and the group was quite small, which made for the perfect day of gallivanting along winding roads and ancient city streets. We stopped at three chateaus and the owner of one of the vineyards was kind enough to give us a tour himself. He explained with incredible detail and passion the history of this place that had been in his family for countless generations. As we wandered through the vineyard, someone inquired about the roses at the end of each row and he explained that they were traditionally used to indicate the health of the vines. He went on to add that although there are now more economical and efficient methods, in France they often continue with the roses simply because they are beautiful. My heart nodded in agreement.
That night we dined at Le Bouchon Bordelais, a restaurant tucked neatly on a quiet side street so that only those who knew it was there would be able to find it. As we indulged in fine wine and several courses of exquisite French cuisine, I sat back to take it all in. The restaurant teemed with le joie de vivre, so much so that my eyes brimmed with tears. I felt as though I was exactly where I ought to be, despite the odds. I took a sip of wine and held it there, as I suspected I would hold on to that moment for years to come.