3 years
Today is the 65th anniversary of D Day. And of slightly less importance it is my 3rd anniversary of my arrival in France.
2 years of learning and growing in Orleans. Getting to know wonderful people and learning to live in this great country. 1 difficult year here in Paris, supported by ‘old’ friends from Orleans and new ones from here.
I rolled up in Orleans with all my worldly goods packing into a transit and driven by 2 good friends from Preston. We arrived 2.5hrs late and the church had organised a surprize bbq for us. By the time we arrived they were all starving! I remember being totally overwhelmed with all the people saying hello. And by the time we ‘escaped’ to a bar in the evening, the only 2 young people there told us that it was the first time they’d been out for a beer in years. My heart sunk! Those 2 young people became 2 of my best friends here in France - and I can’t remember going back to a bar again with them!!
What do the next 3 years hold?
