Hello from Bordeaux!
Today's blog post is about NOTHING in particular. Just probably some rants, recent discoveries, and how you must go a little cuckoo to blend in with the natives. As in the bird. The bird is the word.
Like everyone, I have a life. In my life, I have taken drastic measures to ensure I can spend all of my free time doing what I love. And what I love to do is nothing.
A few months ago, I wrote a piece (just scroll down) about how it is hard work being lazy. Yes, it is paradoxical, however, I have found that I live in the perfect place for paradoxes!
France and the French are famous for their paradoxes -- like why these mofos can eat a diet rich in saturated fat (cheese, please!) yet have very low incidents of heart attacks and heart disease. (Of course, we must also consider that French people don't have hearts. ha!) Or why the French have that obvious -- je ne sais quoi.
Being a former journalist and investigator, I do what any good spy would do.
Watch and wait and then mimic, like a cuckoo bird. (The bird is the word!)
This is my secret for adjusting to this new paradoxical life without going cuckoo in the process, which has it's challenges, and to which I just chalk it up to a little thing called LIFE.
I will always be the outsider in this foreign land of France, my funny accent gives me away all the time, but when I mimic the French and have their same mannerisms, expressions, and body language, the game changes.
They are taken aback, they freeze, they immediately stop what they may be doing or saying, and they become mesmerized. They are under my spell. They listen to what I have to say. They become my cuckold, in the figurative sense, obviously.
You want examples?
One time, a highly decorated French military commander saluted me.
I've had Frenchmen and women bow and courtesy before me.
A Frenchman, after I motioned to him to keep quiet with my hand, offered me lunch at his restaurant.
You want paradoxes, now?
This shit doesn't work on my French husband. Marriage is a whole other sport.
Listen up my sweets... if you are struggling to fit in France, take this follow advice to heart: When in France, do as the French.
Mimic them, do not mock them.
The Bird with the word.
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!
By the way, I mention the name Cachou (or The Cash) a lot, I'm referring to her...