Last yearÂ I moved to Nice, France from Los Angeles, California with my wife and had a baby boy. Since then I have traveled all over France, Sweden, Italy and Luxembourg and started my own company. I am proud of my new family and all my wife and I have accomplished but I miss home.
When we moved to France it was to have our son in the best possible conditions and where my wife felt the most comfortable. She is French so…it makes sense. We stayed as long as we could in the U.S. and planned to come back to the states once the baby was a couple months old. As it happens, circumstances change and we found ourselves unable to comeback to the U.S. until complicated immigration details are worked out. We had no definite plans but I never thought I would be gone from the U.S. for a whole year. The hardest part is knowing that my son will only be a baby once and I am not able to share these moments with so many people that are important in my life.
If it seems like we are having fun in all of the Facebook posts and Instagram photos it is because we are, in fact, we are having a blast, but I would rather be having a blast with everyone back home. Sebastien may look cute in the photos but trust me he is so adorable once you actually meet him. You will die, you will all die. I really hope we get everything worked out before he is not a baby anymore.
So when are we coming back? We are working as hard as we can to come back in October for Sebastien’s 1st birthday or December for Christmas at the latest. No promises, we have one more hurdle to get over.
What’s next? Bangkok, Thailand. We leave mid August for South East Asia where we plan on being based for the next year. We will still be traveling to the U.S.A. as soon as we can get the visa we need but we are not going to put our lives on hold for it.
In the mean time, I thought I would share with you some things I have learned while I am here in France.
1.) Most English words are merely French words that someone just heard wrong. For instance, potato in French is pomme de terre. Which literally means apple of the dirt. Say pomme de terre out loud, now say it again fast and with your best French accent. See, it sounds like potato.
2.) Dentist. Why do we say dentist? Why not teethist? Because in French the word tooth is dent. Why do we keep one word but not the other? I don’t know, because we are strange.
3.) Americans don’t really know what good bread is. Good bread is crispy on the outside and soft and billowy on the inside. It is meant to be eaten the same day or the next at the latest.
4.) Americans are the coolest. The French love all things American. They love our music, our clothes, our movies, and our hamburgers. The things we think of as normal are high end here. A pair of Levi’s jeans cost $90 here. Gourmet burger chains have lines out the door. They had to pass a law making it mandatory for French radio stations to play French songs at least 20% of the the time because of the overwhelming popularity of American and British music. In every mall and store we hear Adele, Justin Bieber and Justin Timberlake just like back home.
5.) My son is the cutest thing ever to walk the planet.
6.) French fries aren’t French, they’re Belgian. French toast is French but they call it pain perdu (lost bread) because they make it out of stale baguette that has gotten to old and hard to eat. Croissants made into French toast is delicious squared.
7.) In the U.S. Picard is the name of one of the greatest captains in the Federation who pilots the starship Enterprise. In France Picard is a well respected grocery store which specializes in frozen foods that can be found in most cities.
7.) No one has credit cards here. They don’t have a credit score, credit reports, Fico none of it.
8.) The French eat more McDonald’s than any other country in the world besides the United States and it’s 2x’s the price as in the U.S.A. and you can buy macarons there.
Look for more adventures coming soon.