Bon Jour and welcome to my final post on my trip to France last January 2018.
Here are my final days of my beautiful trip for one month that started on the Queen Mary.
Enjoy and I hope you find yourself here one day!
I continue my story in the South of France in Antibes, right on the sea.
Today it is another day in Paradise. I slept in and went to do laundry down the street. For breakfast I ate a piece of Le Tropizane, the famous pastry I mentioned earlier, from St. Tropez, and let me tell you there is nothing that a little creme and sugar can’t make better. It soothed my hurting heart. I met a nice young Frenchman named Nicolai who runs a scooter shop. He had visited SF and many cities in America and we had a fun conversation and he helped me figure out the machine and money. He folded his clothes so carefully, I remarked on it. “Yes, then I will iron them all.” “Really, in America we throw it in the wash and wear cycle and viola, they are done.” “We have a style here in France to live up too.” “Yes, you do, and you men look so nice in your tight jackets and scarves.” He smiled. He restored my faith in men after last night. What do you think, should I try the scooter or will I ride on the wrong side and end up mort? lol,
Rainy and cold today – went back to Hotel du Cap – Eden Roc to see what surprise the Lord would bring. First off, I was standing by the wrong gates of Villa Eden Roc, and noticed a sign saying Eden Roc pointing next door. Sure enough, there was the Hotel du Cap majestic in creme with green shutters. Lush gardens and a long driveway led to it. He whispered this would be my home away from home for now, to come for respites as a place by the sea for me. “Antibes is now your home, this is your new beginning I promised”, and until he brings a real home, which he has also promised me, this will be my next step, to come back in the Spring when it opens and to also see Paris lush with grass and flowers, and the Seine a beautiful green/blue.
I wondered if another Francois would show up, but alas, no. Now I am back in my hotel room with some hot chocolate trying to warm up. So the Lord was faithful to me, there is an open door to return, a hint at a romance, and the mer to paint one day soon.
I am pondering going to Italy for the day by train to have pizza, to go to Juan Les Pins nearby and see the beaches, and still rent a bike if the weather cooperates in my three days left. I feel settled now, He has answered my prayers in ways I couldn’t even imagine. It is always different what he brings than what you expect, isn’t it? But always the best gifts, as He is the giver of good gifts.
Overcast, cold, day trip to Juan Les Pins, a coastal town on other side of cap du Antibes. I love how there are all these different markets selling things outside and today I stumbled on the lingerie market where I got three pairs of lacy, French underwear (not thongs!) for 5 euros. Oh, la la. Now I have bought some clothing. Then I dared myself to walk into a salon and get a French hair cut, which Isabelle, did, matching my hair to her style. It was only 25 euros for wash, cut and blow dry. The shampoo girl massages your head. Do I look tres chic now? lol. I hope the sunshine returns tomorrow so I can ride a bike. I miss riding mine. My heart is wanting to return home.
God smiled on me today. It was raining when I walked to English bookstore in Old Town to get a book for the plane, Ville American, a fictionalized novel about a famous villa all the notables stayed at between the wars and the romances they had there on the Riviera. When I exited, the sun came out and voila, there were bicycles to rent. I biked all along the rampart walls and mer to the plague. I picked up a falafel with eggplant and cauliflower with frites inside yum yum again. I think it is in the sauces, as I can’t imagine how to reproduce these recipes I have had once home. Oh, well. I will have to wait until I return next spring.
While admiring the view, I met a young South Korean girl here as a student and we compared stories and I warned her to be careful with the men here and not to be alone. She wanted to be Facebook friends and told her to read my stories She seemed interested in me being a Christian missionary and going to church here. We kissed on cheeks goodbye and she said “You are the first American I have kissed like that!” On the way out, I biked down narrow, cobblestone streets, narrowly missing cars, other bikes and baby strollers. A few French yelled at me, I think to say, “Get on the other side of the road.”
I rode the Ferris wheel 5 times around for gorgeous views and rooftops after I dropped off the bike. I am having my last capuchino dry (I taught the French this term ) with fresh beignets yum yum yum. How will I ever eat again at home? Lol.
Je suis triste (I am sad.). Tomorrow the taxi picks me up at 5a.m to take me to airport. Please pray he arrives on time and I make flight in Nice, and my connection in Paris. Delta ran my name together Teresalyn on my ticket; praying this is not a problem at the airport.
Today, I took Uber to Eglise Protestant Unie, the Protestant church and the poor Uber driver could not find it so around we went until we did! It was a small congregation of about 60 people, mostly elderly, but was greeted warmly. The service was all in French, but the music was universal and my soul sang along with the magestic choir music. French is so lovely sang.
They had a meet and greet and coffee afterward where I introduced my self in French and where I was from. The Pastor said “San Francisco, Caalliforrnia” making fun of how we say our state name. Quite a few women approached me and had conversation in Frenglish, what I call my half and half speech. One sweet lady said, “Are we on kissing terms”, meaning are we still strangers or can we kiss cheeks. I said, “We are all family in Jesus, so yes, we can.”
Communion was a little different. We joined in circle around the baguette and wine and took a piece, gave it to your neighbor and passed the chunk along. Then they passed the chalice of wine which everyone sipped without writing the edges off. Being taught as a missionary to do as the natives did, I did the same, thinking how in America we are such germaphobes and most of you would probably die doing this!
I am so glad I went, now I have a church family to come back to. This is where I felt Lord direct me.
I wandered to Charles de Gaule square and the water fountains there, then leisurely strolled down the Provencal market route, stopping to try my first chocolate at a shop, four pieces with crisps and pistachios. This is the best chocolate I have tasted,
I stopped at the Real Estate office and viewed the homes for sale with their prices in the window. I felt like Diane Lane in the movie Under the Tuscan sun, when she does the same and says, “I can’t go back to San Francisco,” when a local asks her if she is going to buy it! One day I will! You can get an apartment in the Old City for 85,000 euros, or a villa for 1.6 million euros or a villa on the cap for 6 million euros. What can you afford? It is actually cheaper to live here than Bay Area. Studio/one bedroom apartments go for 700 euros a month ($850). I could afford this!
After dreaming, I lined up for a chicken swarma with frites and ate it as I waked out of the Old City to my hotel for the last time. It was sunny and warm and a nice way to say goodbye to my new home, Antibes.
Merci beaucoup for traveling along on my journey and being such a fun and responsive audience! Au Revoir met Amis (Goodbye my friends)