The couple unlocks the French doors and walk onto the stone terrace. Their bodies are stiff, achy, jetlagged. They’ve just endured the 27-hour ritual in which they drag heavy bags from house to car, car to shuttle, shuttle to plane, plane to plane, plane to taxi, taxi to train, train to car, and car to old stone house—the house that waits patiently all autumn, winter, and spring. They collapse on wicker chairs and stare into the distance. The air is warm. The first stars make their shy appearance.
The woman gets up, her chair creaking. She disappears into the house and returns with a bottle of pale rosé, sets one glass here, one there.
After a long pause, she says: “I’m not sure I can do this anymore.”
Marty and Eileen Neumeier from California reveal how they fell in love with a house and life in the Dordogne even though they live thousands of miles away. They and their daughter Sara say it’s worth every minute of the effort to get there each year and they’ve even written a truly inspiring book about it...
Beginning French...
by Les Americains