My life in France!
Next month will mark my three year anniversary of landing on French soil.
Sometimes, I cannot believe how much I have changed, yet stayed the same. I attribute my laid back, sharp tongue and cheek personality as part of my success in landing jobs, friends, and assimulating (somewhat) well in French culture.
Today, I am going to share with you a secret, but first a little (personal) history. As you may or may not know, I was born and raised in Texas,
San Antonio, specifically, but I really grew up in Las Vegas, NV.
When I was in my early 20s, I was vacationing in Austin, and on this particular hot day, I decided to cool off at the swimming pool. I had the pool all to myself until a man in his mid to late 30s arrived with his two kids.
He had a daugther, who looked to be about 7 years old, and a son, who could have been 2 years old. As I was lounging in the water, the little boy, excited to be at the pool, was running around! I remember him being disproportionate, his head was bigger than his body, so it was only a matter of time before he ate cement. He did, but what his father said to him following his fall and his subsequent crying, shocked me. In his husky Texas twang, he said and I quote: "Suck it up, boy!"
So simple, so profound. so lifechanging.
Whenever things seem to be too much to handle in France, I often hear that strong Texas twang reverberating in my head.
This is ONE of my secrets to living well, no matter where you hang your hat! (Hey, a girl has to have discretion!)
On facebook, I am part of a group named Americans in France. It's informative, especially when it comes to finding hidden American goodies in different parts of my adopted country. However, more often than not, there are those who do nothing but complain, complain, complain, nag, nag, nag. It's exasperating.
Oh, you want examples? Your wish is my command, plus I'll throw in my witty comebacks FREE! Without further ado...
-- What's up with no air conditioning? It's 92 degrees!
Yes, it's called summer. EVERYONE is hot! Use common sense, wear cotton, take a cold shower, air dry and drink water.
Suck it up!
-- I'm scared to use the Metro.
Walk then. You are a smart person figure it out and Suck. It. Up!
-- Arrived in my hotel in Paris, didn't realize good pricing didn't include a toilet.
You obviously didn't do enough research, just thought you were getting a good deal. Glad you upgraded. Suck it up!
--- Everyone smokes here! YUK! There are cigeratte butts and dog poop everywhere.
It is what it is! Get use to it, watch where you walk, use the Metro, or go home. Suck it up.
Get the picture? I wish there was a literal French translation for Suck it up, boy. The closest I can think of and that I hear and use often is: C'est comme ça. It translates literally to: It's like that. However, what it really means is: Well, deal with it, because you can't do anything about it, so shut up.
In the end, France is like everywhere else on the planet, there is (mostly) good and bad. However, once you truly accept "Suck it up, boy" or "C'est comme ça" as your personal savior, you shall be free from stupidity! Just my opinion, really.
Have a great week and remember, no sniveling!
Bonjour et Bienvenue!
Thank you for stopping by for a spell!
I am a 40-something year old American woman. Born in Texas, raised in Las Vegas!
Frenchified for Life
is a fabulous little lifestyle blog about truly embracing French life!
My intent is to simply inspire you to create something unique and beautiful in your everyday life. The French have this wonderful and annoying habit of seeing the world through rose colored glasses, might as well learn something from them!
That said, I lift my glass to you!
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