Its had its moments Andy but no regrets.I wish I had the guts to do what you have Phil. Great adventure you have been on and long may it continue. Once the boys have flown the nest and retirement is looming hope to move abroad.
I love the place. Nice lifestyle, cost of living (apart from Maseratis!) great food, friendly people and lovely bloody weather
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Im in Laval in the Mayenne 53000.Hi Phil, what part of France did you end up settling in? (Sorry if I missed that in one of your previous threads)
Im in Laval in the Mayenne 53000.
If we bring the Fulvia to Le Mans this year might need to pop in for a coffee as we plan to be searching out some back roads rather than follow the stream of Brits heading South
Do it on the Wednesday and you can attend the SM coffee afternoon.
Back from our jaunt around Normandy and opening the post I have my Carte Vitale so along with my Siret number for my self employment I'm in the system.
I pay my taxes and I have my health care.
Happy Days and all done since getting here at the end of October 2018.
I was in Normandie last month, and my schoolboy French worked very well, I remember at school hating French lessons but it must have sunk in. We did German too later, that's a much harder language. After school I became a proper communist, indeed joined CPGB and loved the Soviet Union. Did Russian at uni as a side-subject and that is a really really difficult language. Inflected nouns and adjectives, verbal aspects, shades of meaning in word order (desyat' minut vs minut decyat') - one means 'ten minutes proper' the other 'ten minutes but not really ten minutes longer just so you know.Congrats Phil.
I lived in Provence for a year, a few years back and loved it.
The first time I witnessed the locals turning up at the local farmer's co-op with empty five, ten and bigger, empty plastic containers, to have them filled with very drinkable local reds at two euros a litre, I knew I was in the right place. Containers were filled at a small petrol pump / syphon type affair. And the food!
One of the many things I witnessed was the necessity of becoming fluent in French. Those expats who never bothered, missed out on huge amounts of the local social life and never seemed to settle.
For anyone with the least inclination to relocate. I'd say don't hesitate. So long as the financial side of things stack up. Maybe house sit or similar first, in a few different places.
Haven't been to Normandy yet and really must go. A great uncle was amongst the first ashore at Sword beach and I really want to see first hand what the landscape looks like.I was in Normandie last month, and my schoolboy French worked very well, I remember at school hating French lessons but it must have sunk in. We did German too later, that's a much harder language. After school I became a proper communist, indeed joined CPGB and loved the Soviet Union. Did Russian at uni as a side-subject and that is a really really difficult language. Inflected nouns and adjectives, verbal aspects, shades of meaning in word order (desyat' minut vs minut decyat') - one means 'ten minutes proper' the other 'ten minutes but not really ten minutes longer just so you know.
After that, German was easy, and French even easier....
When I was in Normandy I found the food quite ordinary. Same when I was working in Copenhagen. Oddly enough the food is lovely here in Ireland, much better than UK. Apart from the Chipper (Irish for Chip Shop), they're awful. Macari's in Raheny got my fish out of the freezer (replete with Supervalu packaging), microwaved it and chicken it in the fryer for a few minutes.I have to say the lifestyle suits me and my Ms French although I'm currently working in Spain but that's because I'm truly a European.
Some of the Best food I have ever had has been in Normandy.
As for the Wines wow the BIO ones sulphate free are truly amazing.
Some Good BIO Beers too.
Haven't been to Normandy yet and really must go. A great uncle was amongst the first ashore at Sword beach and I really want to see first hand what the landscape looks like.
Was going to joke that it's surprising GCHQ or MI6 didn't try to recruit you. But membership of the CPGB might've nixed that!
Each time I go back to France, I have to start at Franglais level and slowly work my way up again. You're right though. Patchy French will get you a fair way, until you need to do something bureaucratic or technical and then you can be sunk.
The total self consciousness of the French towards speaking English never ceases to surprise me. Especially as their English is usually far better than my awful attempts at French.
When I was in Normandy I found the food quite ordinary. Same when I was working in Copenhagen. Oddly enough the food is lovely here in Ireland, much better than UK. Apart from the Chipper (Irish for Chip Shop), they're awful. Macari's in Raheny got my fish out of the freezer (replete with Supervalu packaging), microwaved it and chicken it in the fryer for a few minutes.
And can you guess what I did? Nothing, said thanks and paid. The English thing.....