Our Big Move To France

Thank you Nantes for welcoming us to France.

As we pack up our lives once again and hit the road to Lille, we bid a warm adieu to the City of Nantes. Nantes is a lively and boisterous town, full of families on bikes and people who actually celebrate life.

We finally made it to the city history museum, located in the towns castle. I love the architecture of this museum. While the structure of the massive building is sound, the inside floors are long gone. Instead of restoring them, a new structure was built within the walls. It combines a minimalist palate to appreciate the stonework and details of the exhibition. It all starts with Anne of Brittany, Nantes’ kind of patron saint.

The city made was a big player in the transatlantic slave trade and the museum doesn’t shy away from confronting this uncomfortable truth.

It also goes into lots of detail on the evolving map of the city from it Roman foundation to modern day.

Some Medieval finds from castle grounds

The walls bear the preserved graffiti of prisoners.

And a fun find about this particular Breton instrument, which we heard played during a concert of traditional Breton music, played in the walls of one of the other buildings within castle walls.

Just a perfect moonrise on the walk home.

And a final dinner with our Airbnb host, Edgar, who has made our stay feel like home. So long Nantes! You will remain in our hearts and our memories.

Our friend Miyoko texted over WhatsApp, “Hey, you should meet my friends who just moved to France.” So we took the train to a lovely coastal town named Vannes and spent a day meeting new friends.

Vannes is a walled city, with a population of just under 56,000. It was founded by Celts around 150BCE. Subsequently occupied by the usual culprits, aka the Romans, then came the Brits, thus establishing Brittany, followed by French dynasties. Its symbol is the cutest ermine ever.

It was a day of dramatic skies for sure. One highlight was the washing house at the rivers edge. Once a place of busy laundering, now a favorite hideaway for a romantic snog.

The cathedral we visited is under major restoration so much of it was off limits, but tucked away in the back is an older nave. You know how I love Memento Mori? I managed to spot a nod to the reminders of our common destiny, the hourglass and the skull.

And of course every town has it’s carousel

On the train ride home, we met a lovely young woman, Fanny, who spoke amazing English, and was so kind and joyous. She made the ride home to Nantes fly by. Thank you to Diane and Dennis for a welcoming day full of uplifting conversation and for sharing their new hometown with us.

We took the train to Le Mans, city of the famed 24 hour car race.

We went to continue our trail of Norman kings and queens of England, in an area named Citê Plantagenêt. This part of the city was built within a Roman wall which was constructed between the 3rd and 4th centuries CE.

Continuing up to the Cité Plantagenêt, you step back into history- deep, rich history. Le Mans is a bit different than the other towns we’ve been to so far, as the mix of Roman, Medieval, Gothic, and 17-18th century, built up on top of each other, is just mesmerizing.

These public water pumps can be found all over the area. So far I haven’t found out much about them. And they work!

We came upon this old church, St. Benôit du Mans. First built in the 12th century, then rebuilt in the 15th and 16th, sitting on top of the Roman ruins. The most interesting thing about it was the stained glass window in the ceiling, and that it is dedicated to an Italian Saint named Scholastica, with a crypt containing her supposed humerus. All of these windows are from the 18th century.

We had lunch at a really sweet, tiny vegetarian restaurant, that has a menu of two bowls each day, one vegetarian and one vegan, depending on what they buy at the market. I forgot to take a photo of the food! It was Monday, which means everything is closed until 7:00pm, so we weren’t able lucky to be able to eat here.

Next we head to the big cathedral, St. Julien. When we got there, we stumbled into a funeral. Luckily, because of that, we got to hear the magnificent organ, and all the lights were on! We stayed a bit but then left to walk around town and come back when we wouldn’t be disturbing a sacred moment.

Outside the church is a famous Menhir of Le Mans. A menhir is a single standing stone. It was an important pagan symbol that was saved by St. Julian, who brought Christianity to this town in the 4th century. It was placed next to the cathedral during construction and is said to be the only remained stone of where others once stood.

The current building was begun in the 10th century and finished in 1430. Its later work was accomplished by Henry II, and his father, Geoffrey Plantagenet is buried here. The church is indeed amazing and we got to hear the bells chiming a couple of times. It really is amazing.

Geoffrey Plantagenet buried somewhere here. I emailed the church to see if they can tell me exactly where, and got a reply.

The greatest feature of the cathedral is that it holds the oldest, intact, stained glass window in its original position, in the world. Close by is the second oldest in France. We stared at it for quite a long time, just soaking it in. Simply awe inspiring to be in the presence of this artistry.

Some more details from the cathedral

A chapel built by the commission of Queen Berengaria just feels like the oldest part of the chapel even though it was consecrated in 1254. She was the wife of Richard the Lionheart, son of Eleanor of Aquitaine. She also founded and died at an abbey near here. That’s where she’s buried. It is closed until April, so we weren’t able to go there.

And now, finally, we walked all around the outside. The old Roman wall passes right through the body of the cathedral, or under it, I should say. Again, I find the side-by-side builds between different centuries just so interesting and beautiful.

Le Mans is another surprising city. We had no problem wandering the beautiful cobblestone roads and exploring the nooks and crannies of a medieval city. We left just as it was getting dark and all the beautiful lights were turning on. We stopped into a market for a bottle of wine and some snacks to enjoy on our train ride home.

I’ve been on a fun quest today while it’s raining chats et chiens.

While reading ever more on the Plantagenet kings and queens of England, I ran across a reference that said Henry the Third decreed that he would be buried at his beloved Westminster Cathedral, but his heart was to be interred with his grandmother Eleanor, grandfather Henry II, mother Isabella of Angoulême and uncle, Richard Lionheart at Fontevraud Abbey. (See the previous post for details about the abbey) His father, King John died and was buried in England but had his heart interred in the Rouen Cathedral.

However, we found absolutely no mention of the story of his heart at the abbey when we went there. 🤔

I posted on a FB group I belong to called Medieval England and no one had heard of this either. So a bunch of us began to search the interwebs.

We were able to find many references that after the French Revolution Napoleon decreed all members of the royalty be dug up and their bodies thrown into the river, or mass graves or scattered to the winds. The graves were looted for gold, gems or other precious metals, if indeed there was any left from previous lootings.

A member of the group found an article in the publication of the Scotland Society of Antiquities, from 1916 that said his heart was in Edinburgh, having been offered up after by Napoleon III. Another suggested I email David Carpenter, a British scholar who has written a several important books on Henry III… so I did. And he answered!

So it’s been lots of fun sleuthing it out, and people are still coming up with new information.

It sounds gross, but it was actually a very common practice for the body to lie in one location, the heart be sent to another and the entrails to another. And think about all the supposed relics of saints scattered among various churches and cathedrals. When we went to Spain, in the cathedral at Santiago de Compostella, we touched the purported finger bone of Saint James.

So here is some of the things we found today, along with the email from Mr. Campbell and a page from his book.

I get so excited about stuff like this!

According to https://www.unofficialroyalty.com/royal-burial-sites/british-royal-burial-sites/british-royal-burial-sites-house-of-angevin/ raided by Huguenots in 1562 but it was after the revolution when the tombs were emptied, as others have noted. One legend is that they were thrown into the river or perhaps the monks (nuns?) buried them in a secret location. This is the first reference I’ve seen to the fate of the 4 effigies themselves. They claim that they were tossed into a crypt until rediscovered in 1816, taken to Versailles but returned to Fontevraud in 1849. Napoleon offered them to Queen Victoria, but legal issues prevented the transfer. There is no mention of the heart.

We ventured off to find the effigy of Eleanor of Aquitaine. And we encountered many, many surprises along the way.

I had no interest in Saumur, But dang, as I walked across the bridge over the Loire, it came into view and was a stunning sight!

We left the apartment in Nantes early to catch the train to Saumur. I had convinced Terry that this was a good idea. I had very little idea how this would turn out, but on true Anile fashion, was sure it would be OK. So despite Google telling us there was no public transportation to the Fontevraud Abbey, we headed that way.

We had to go to the tourist office first, to figure out how to take the bus to the abbey.

You don’t have a car? (Looks at me like I’m crazy) Yes there is a bus. One. Bus. And it leaves in an hour.

You want to have a taxi bring you back? (Looks at me like I’m crazy) Book now because there might not be any taxis. The ONE bus to bring you back leaves the abbey at 5:30.

Faced with the prospect of one long day roaming around a place of unknown size, I talked Terry into waiting until we go there to book the taxi. That way we could better determine how much time we wanted to spend there. In retrospect, not the best idea.

The bus ride proved to be amazing. Going down tiny, barely paved roads through the countryside, we emerged alongside these mesmerizing cliffs filled with caves, homes built into the caves and Crémant (a kind of champagne) houses. It was truly unexpected and so intriguing.

The bus driver let us off near the abbey and it was a short walk through the tiny town. At first we came upon the Chapel of Saint Catherine, built originally in the 13th century, and updated throughout the 15th to 18th centuries. Its heavy door creaked open to reveal a cold, dark and kind of creepy interior.

Walking now through the tiny town where everything is closed, (good thing we brought snacks and water) we come to the abbey itself and I was absolutely filled with excitement with what was to come. Honestly, as we passed through the visitor/ticket center, we quickly realized the abbey was a vast town of its own.

Unfortunately, at this point, trying to get a taxi was impossible and between dying batteries, not speaking French, and my French phone number making my phone act weird, (we finally found an outlet to charge my phone and translate the message to “more taxis available today”),  we realized we were stuck there until 5:30. So we relaxed and decided to enjoy the ride. Sorry I didn’t get more pics around the abbey. I was having fun exploring and forgetting to take photos.

First, we headed inside the cathedral where rest the effigies of Henry II, Eleanor of Aquitaine, their son Richard the Lionhearted and their daughter in law, the wife of their other son, King John. I later found out the there are no actual remains there. After the French Revolution, all royal bodies were dug up and disposed of in various ways.

The cathedral is almost entirely stripped of any and all decoration. After the revolution, the nuns were expelled and the place was looted and the Napoleon declared it a prison. During the following 130 years it was a prison and many utilitarian changes were made such as sturdy new floors.

Walking around the grounds, we came upon various art installations. After the prison closed, the abbey reemerged as a center for art and tourism.

Over all I felt like a kid, exploring all of the floors, underground vaults, different rooms and the grounds. There are innumerable tunnels, doors, stairwells and niches open to wander into and around.

By far the most intriguing building was the kitchen. They think it may have originally been a place of funerary rites, or even a hideout of a famous bandit of the area… however archeological evidence shows it was used as a kitchen for much of the 300 years. Each of those cones is an open vent, for smoke. A cool installation was there to inspire questions about its use.

After 3 hoirs our feet were killing us, and finally  a little store opened up in town, so we bought some wine and headed back into the abbey to kill time until the bus came. All the decorative lights began to come on with the darkening skies, and I imagined what it would be like to wander around after dark. It must be truly magical!

I’m glad we went back in, because I caught the lowering sunlight beautifully gracing the effigies in the cathedral.

The bus actually came and picked us up (yes, I was worried) and we made it back to Saumur, and then back home to Nantes. It was a long 12 hour day, with over 20K steps logged, and no real food. You can imagine that the kitties were super glad to finally see us!

What a magical, mystical day. These trips in the middle of winter might not be as fun to be outside in the cold and spattering showers, and everything is closed… but the reward is having the place almost all to ourselves!

Rouen and Lille

When we came to France, we landed in Nantes. It’s a great city, vibrant with cyclists and art, culture and fantasy. But it doesn’t feel like home. So we have been researching other towns, and eventually packed up the kitties and headed out to explore Rouen and Lille.

I had picked Rouen due to all its incredible history and the city’s efforts to preserve its medieval buildings and streets. Terry picked Lille due to its investment into bicycle infrastructure and its location, sitting right smack at the intersection of rail lines to Paris, London and Amsterdam.

Rouen: Our first stop was Rouen, city where Joan of Arc was tortured, tried and burnt alive by the English armies. Her image is everywhere.

From the narrow cobbled streets, the hewn timber houses, to the fortified stone walls, Rouen is preserved in time. There is so much just to look at, it felt at times overwhelming and dizzying.

We stayed in a quaint, quirky, musty old home, in the neighborhood where Paul Gauguin had once lived and painted. We walked to the nearby subway, or just walked all the way to the historical city center, as we quickly learned just how close we were to everything.

Part of the interesting and dark history was the Black Plague, which killed 2/3 of the population. They dug a mass grave, filled with bodies and lime, surrounded by buildings to house the not-yet-dead. The timbers of these houses are carved with skulls and digging implements.

Although the town is incredibly rich in history, and the best vegan meal we’ve ever had, I felt dark, foreboding and heavy in this town of tragedy. I don’t think I could live there.

Next up was Lille. Lille proved to be open, bright, and a perfect mix of the historical and modern. The bike paths are wide and miles are speared from the car lanes. So smart. With a primarily Socialist led government, the investment in public infrastructure is clearly evident. And tons of green spaces!

They were breaking down and clearing out all the Christmas markets, so it was a busy time for civic workers.

The town of Lille is actually pretty small but the surrounding villages have been incorporated into a kind of big city, all served with incredible public transportation and connectivity.

The bus systems and trams are efficient and well relied upon. We took a train out to Roubaix, of pro cycling fame, and found it was a quick 20 minute ride, just inside the Belgium border… a nice area for possible relocation.

In the end we were excited about Lille and will be moving there in a couple of weeks. Initially staying in an Airbnb near the city center, we will be exploring areas and looking at apartments. Hopefully we’ll find our permanent place by mid- March!

Not much, just everything

Victoria, this is for you! And please note throughout this post that THESE ARE NOT COMPLAINTS. This is not an American bemoaning, “why oh why arent things like America?” Nope. These are simply cultural observations, joyfully celebrated. Even the suck ass showers. 🚿 🚫  😂 💕

So much is different, and I’m not talking about language. Some things expected, some things surprising, some things frustrating, many things just make good sense. Much of the difference is because France is a socialist democracy. That means less focus on self-dealing individualism, more societal investment in the firm belief that everyone is better off when everyone is better off.

Start with… in the grocery stores they don’t use plastic bags, they use these thin but sturdy paper ones. These bags then work great for use in your composting bin… which, when full,  you then walk down the street to the corner composting bin.  It is not convenient yet everyone does it. Just because its the good thing to do.

Cashiers are allowed to sit

When you get your produce at a store, you take it first to scales to weigh, and a little sticker prints out that tells the cashier what to charge. We learned the hard, and embarrassing way, as we held up the line forever on that first grocery store trip! Good thing the cashier was kind, even though clearly annoyed.

And in the grocery stores, everything is smaller portioned. No giant tubs or jars. Because most people have small refrigerators, in small kitchens, in small apartments.  Its no surprise that the image of French people going to the store, market, local meat shop, green grocer or bakery, is true. I love this part. Not only does it save electricity, but you get out walking every day. Although it took us a couple of weeks to adjust our mindset of needing to buy in big quantity after living on the island for 3 years, where you have to drive long distances to the stores, so you better stock up!

And did I mention how amazing the produce is? And prices on almost everything is so affordable. 1.25€ 🥖    6€ 🍾   .30€ 🧄   1€ 🥕🥕🥕  2€ 🥦

What is hard to find? Artisanal mexican ingredients. Everything is El Paso 😆. Chinese, Thai and Japanese beyond soy sauce. Mirin and rice wine vinegar are usually in tiny bottles that I go through in a week. Soba or ramen noodles, except rice noodles. I scored a jar of chili crisp oil at an Asian store in Rouen!!! I haven’t found dried chili peppers yet, ot Thai lime leaves. I got so excited when I saw 2 stalks of lemongrass at the market and the vendor was equally excited that I knew what it was and how to use it!

However, Middle Eastern, Syrian, and Vietnamese are easily found. Makes sense.

Weird:  sage is really hard to find.

Lots of vegan products and they aren’t expensive!

Other difference: no one has driers, everyone has drying racks that you place near a radiator that heats the apartments. And showers are terrible for the most part. Seriously.

Light switches: up is “off”, down is “on”.

They say that strikes are the French national sport! We witnessed a huge one today driving from Lille to Nantes. The farmers ain’t messing around! Over 350 tractors blocking traffic around Paris and along the highway to Lille. Traffic is at a standstill for miles and miles.

And we’ve been here a month, lived in or visited 4 apartments. Not one has a bidet and I’ve yet to see anyone do “the kiss”. Such iconically French stereotypes that seem to have lost their universality. We will keep observing and report back!

This is what we hear from a lot of bloggers. I beg to differ.

Coming from a community that was at times, out and out aggressively anti-vegan, we have felt like kids in a candy shop. Sure, most restaurants don’t have vegan options, but we are used to that. There are many vegan products in the grocery stores, from amazing produce and  artisan cheeses to a fantastic bacon substitute, we have been cooking great meals at home.

However, last night we had one of the most amazing meals ever. A tiny restaurant in Rouen, with one guy – owner, chef, server, sommelier- offers a prix fixe vegan menu. Each course was a feast for eyes, nose and taste, served with a targeted small selection of bio wines.

Thank you Charli et Sezam for a soul healing meal of gentle generosity and kindness on a stormy dark night.

We arrived just ahead of the coming cyclone and spent a sleepless night, with 60mph winds howling outside, mirroring the tragedy filled unrest in our hearts.

We packed up the cats in our rental car and drove 4 hours to Normandy, Rouen, the medieval jewel where Joan of Arc was imprisoned, tortured and burned at the stake. We arrived to the news that Renee Nicole Good had been murdered by ICE agents. Like any decent human being, I was shaken to my core. And being here, in the shadow of France’s most cherished shero, the pattern of state sponsored terrorism is long and it is well established. And from micro aggressions to murder, this is where we are in America.

So to write about our trip as a travelogue seems so wrong right now. But to write about our trip in the true light of why we are here– as rejection of the white nationalist takeover with the complicity and giddy support of a third of the citizenship and in a huge part due to the constant triggering of my unbearable, soul killing PTSD by an administration literally run by rapists– well, this seems to be my message.

The last time it snowed in Nantes was 5 years ago, and the last time it snowed this much was 13 years ago.

Everyone is out and about, enjoying the snow before it all melts.

Last night it snowed in Nantes.

The river has been frozen for 2 days. We watched as families big and small come to the river to marvel at the ice, toss rocks, listen to the sounds. Even the birds are walking on the ice delighting in the wonder. I found out why…  this river hasn’t frozen since 2017. Its not a common occurrence.

And then last night it started raining big cold sloppy drops of rain right as we were going out for an evening walk. Then it turned into a real snow around 10:00. I was so tired, falling asleep, and Terry said, “come look!”  Then people came out in droves. Kids laughing and running around. Throwing snowballs, making snowmen. Dogs jumping and delighting. It was way too exciting to sleep! And now, in the very early hours, this bustling noisy city is silent. No trains, no cars, no sirens. The constant  stream of cyclists commuting to work has vanished.

The silence that accompanies a blanket of snow has always been my favorite part of it all. It brings back memories of lying in bed under the blue light of a full moon in Waynesville, NC, the very first time I experienced the whole world silenced by new fallen snow.

This peaceful, quiet joy is contagious!

We hopped on a train and ventured 35 minutes out of Nantes to Angers  

What a magical city! We fell in love with the old… well, everything!

Turns out, it’s the “gardening capital of northern France”

And the cathedral.. wow. We had no idea but when we stepped in… we were rendered speechless. In a land of cathedrals every 2000 steps- this one was indeed special.

Are there any other friends out there who love cemeteries?  As a preacher’s kid I have lived near and played in cemeteries my whole life. I find them peaceful, sometimes sad, always historical  and beautiful.

In a former post I wrote about our neighborhood cathedral. This time I wandered about the cemetery. It was beautiful and interesting. The oldest date I found was early 1800’s but so many tombstones were illegible.

Some notes:

These graves contain multiple family members. They must lift the stones and inter more bodies on top. I saw up to seven plaques on one grave.

Lots of grape vines entwined with crosses.

The stones are adorned with gorgeous and intricate porcelain flowers in addition to real plants. These porcelain arrangements were lifelike, detailed and translucent. Many had ferns and moss growing on them. A poignant mix of living and sculptural.

And what hit me as really sweet- a station of watering cans and brooms for families to keep their beloved well tended.

This post is for Penny (our human friend) who asked about our cats!

The cats were really traumatized by the 20 hour journey to our rental in Nantes, and so were we!  We did the best we could, but especially for Penny, who has never been confined to a room, much less than a carrier… he was freaked out. He hid under the duvet for days. but finally he emerged and since then has grown more brave every day.

Both cats have adapted well. Biscuits seemed to take it all in stride. Shes older and has been through 3 moves previous to this one. I really feel like she knew what was coming.

So today they are happy. They play constantly, eat normally, drink plenty of water and are super cuddly both with us and each other. They are both super sweet kitties. I’m sure they miss the outdoors, the freedom, the deer, mice and chipmunks. But they seem well adapted and content. We always tell them- we’re together and that’s what counts!

The latest development is that Penny got brave this morning and for the first time, spent time looking at the window at the cars, bikes and people running by.

On Christmas Eve we explored the Basilica of the Holy Martyrs Donatian and Rogatian, and the surrounding neighborhoods.

Christmas Day was filled with cooking and enjoying a relaxed stroll around the Japanese gardens on the Iles of Versailles. It was a cold, crisp day after a slight dusting of snow overnight. Not quite a White Christmas, and that’s OK with me!

Joyeux Nöel!

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I haven’t written much lately. I have to admit that a deep sadness overtook me as things haven’t quite turned out the way we had envisioned and most of that was due to mistakes on our part.

So we to recalibrate,  took the train out to see the Atlantic Ocean the horizon, on a cloudy and cold winter day.

Le Croisic is a beautiful quaint town. It’s winter, so it was quiet. I bet the place is bustling once spring arrives!

It was a quiet and lovely day. We are exploring out from Nantes, and there’s lots to see and do.

Here are some pictures from the day. Enjoy!

It was so fun to be out with hundreds of people, families, old and young, following these giants puppets from the cathedral and around the castle. At the end they did a dance together. A truly magical night!

Without fear, enjoying art together, in community.

In which we visit the Christmas Markets of Nantes, have a cup of Vin Chaud (hot mulled wine) and find the mighty mountain goat!

Foggy winter mornings don’t stop people from getting out and about.
The scene from our window.
Today we are expecting 2 out of 7 boxes to arrive at our friends apartment. This delivery has turned out to be a major pain, but she graciously lets us take showers and hang out until they arrive. Then we will tote them to her storage space until we find our own apartment. At the Airbnb we are staying in, we have no storage options.
Good news is that I got my french phone number and we activated our visas, thanks to our host who graciously allowed us to use this address as a permanent one.
Now I think we have what we need to apply for a bank account.
Once all that is done we can fill out the government papers, the “dossier” in order to rent an apartment.
That will be our next big step.
On the water heater front, repair persons will be here again today. Fingers crossed that we will have heat and hot water soon!
Other than that we’ve been walking a lot and getting little things we need, like finding mirin, rice wine vinegar and a dish drying rack! Essentials for life, IMO.
💙 🤍 ♥️

Even as an atheist, there is something mystical about being in Europe (or Central America too) for Christmas.

I was getting ready for bed when this procession passed down the road, so I ran out to see what was happening.

In a place where it gets dark at 4:30pm, it’s so cozy and special to see candlelight processions in the night.

Tonight we travelled to the Ille de Nantes to visit these wonderful enchanting machines. I was awestruck and amazed. The whole town is lit up with festive lights, people are out having holiday fun and the town is lively and bright.

I just love the juxtaposition and harmony between the natural world and machinery. This environment and the machines that inhabit it are all inspired by Jules Verne, who was born here.

It was a good day, after finally getting some sleep, and time spent with good friends made the night even more special.

We took a walk on the beautiful Ille de Versailles, across from our Airbnb.

Moving to France sounds exciting. In reality, I am truly just exhausted. Can’t sleep, can’t stay awake, overwhelmed with details, tasks and requirements, to the point of paralyzing anxiety.
But who’s complaining?
For now we have no hot water, but thankfully our landlord is quick to address the problem with a blocked flue from the water heater. I bet the last person staying here didn’t even report it to him. Yesterday the plumber came and today the flue cleaning guy is coming, or whatever you might call it. So hopefully the problem will be fixed, and luckily we can shower at MM’s place, just an 8 minute walk away.
Today we left the apartment early, for a gorgeous walk along the river, to their apartment to await the delivery of Terrys bicycle.
So it’s a very different mindset, moving versus vacationing. Our main focus is not seeing the sights, but stocking the apartment. And to be honest, it is such an immense joy to have a real kitchen and new vegan products to explore, that I look forward to cooking our meals and don’t feel any need to eat out.
All that will come later. Like tomorrow!

We have a full day of fun things tomorrow, so I’ll have less mundane things to report. In the meantime, mundane is the priority, as my anxiety is lessened when things are in place, and everything is new (light switches, stoves, washers) and there’s so much to do (activate visas, get eSIMs, make appointments with the bank to apply for an account, get address changes finalized, buy rain gear for cycling, find a yoga class, find a pool, etc etc etc)

Today we returned our rental car and then walked back home. Along the way we strolled through the botanical gardens, found some CBD drops, a sweet consignment store and an organic food shop. We met the woman who lives in the boat across from us, and then cleaned our messy place, unpacked our suitcases, built a kitty tree and got ready for our host to stop by and show us how everything works.
Tomorrow the plumber will come and hopefully fix the water heater.
We really like it here. And it feels good to return the car and not have that to worry about
Friday our boxes will be delivered and we will have bicycles!

Welcome to our journey. We decided to leave after the last election and began actively working on it in February of this year. I’ve long felt that there is no place for me in the United States, for many reasons. The death of our democracy, and more specifically the number of people who support, promote and enable the current criminal-in-chief, just amplify the urgency.

Whidbey was an important step. The community and the friends we had there will always be in our hearts. We were challenged in so many ways, both individually and as a couple. And there is so much I am grateful for: it’s where I became an artist. We left behind pieces of our hearts, especially for our families of deer and families of orca. And the beauty of the land, beyond compare.

So thanks for coming on this journey with us!

Bon courage!