Monday, May 13, 2019

The Nomad-ist of the Nomads

When Grace was a toddler, the Disney movie The Hunchback of Notre Dame had just come out. One day riding in the car, she asked me, "What are gypsies?" She'd heard of gypsies because of the movie.
"Gypsies are people who travel from place to place because they don't have a home," I told her.
"Oh, like Nena and Gran," she said, referring to my parents who had several homes by the time Grace turned three.
Grace age 4, putting it all in perspective
No doubt, if we had grandchildren, they would believe that Earl and I are gypsies.
Since I last posted, we've moved to yet another apartment and we pull up roots again this week.
It's getting a bit ridiculous.
It all started with the Ginoles apartment where we planned to live for a year, but when the WiFi (which the French call wee-fee) didn't work properly, we had to make some changes.
We moved to the apartment by the river for a month where I stayed while Earl went home to the States.
The house overlooked the river and Quillan's infamous blue bridge. 
We had options; we could rent an apartment in town with two bedrooms and no outdoor space for the rest of the year.
It just felt kind of sketchy.
I hated the toilet room which had no windows, just a toilet and a door that would probably hit Earl in the knees.
Then Earl started leaning toward buying a house rather than renting. We didn't want to get into a long-term contract if we might buy a house.
With the summer looming and prices going up everyday for rentals in this touristy area, I turned to Trusted Housesitter and looked for a housesit that lasted at least a month. I found one in a place Earl dreams of -- the Berkshires in Massachusetts.

And that's where we will spend our summer. We fly back to the States June 14 and will be there through September 10. The minute I agreed to that, I felt a bit queasy, imagining all the things I will miss here -- the Tour de France, the 14th of Juillet, the festivals and festivals and festivals. Sun-filled days and languid evenings. How could I give that all up?
But, I promised myself not to whine about it.
I got busy arranging the next month and a half so we wouldn't be homeless.
We'd stay in the 2-bed apartment with the claustrophobic toilet for a month before our scheduled hike in June.
I paid the 650 euros for the apartment as the owner and re-habber assured me everything was completed except the gas hook up. We needed gas for hot water and the stove.
The day before we were to move, I got an email saying the gas wouldn't be ready after all.
Yikes. No place to live!!!!
I mean, that is short notice.
Luckily, the woman who owns a place we rented before (the one where we froze during the winter) said we could stay at her rental for the month of May. So we're in a two-room flat but it's fine. We're out and about with friends a lot and have managed to squeeze six people in for dinner when the weather turned and prevented us from eating outdoors.
But last week, an acquaintance knocked on the door to our rental apartment and asked whether we'd do a housesit for them. Their housesitter is ill. We jumped at the chance to expand into more than two rooms, so we'll be moving again.
This time though, I have most of my winter clothes packed into my big suitcase and we're going to store it at a friend's house rather than continuing to move it from place to place.
So tomorrow, we'll visit Graeme and Elizabeth's to store things in their spare bedroom for the summer. Then we're moving on Thursday, just across the bridge and down the road, to a lovely house with a pool and a cat.
On June 2, we'll meet Linda and Maurice for our hike along the Camino de Santiago, although in France they call it the Chemin de St. Jacques de Compostelle. You might recall we did part of it last year with them. Here's the link to one of the posts.
One of the sights along our route last year. 
We hike from inn to inn, eating lavish dinners in the evening. Last year, Linda and I drove together during the day while the men hiked because the weather was bad. I hiked a bit and I hope to do more hiking this year.
We're going from St. Jean Pieds de Port to Logrono in Spain. This website has some details about the hike, but we aren't going through them. Maurice planned all the inns and stops we will make. But this tour follows basically the same route we'll be taking.
After our hike, we return to Quillan to leave our car and our belongings. We'll take the train to Paris for one night and fly back to the States.
But don't worry, I already have our return flight for France in September.
We might be having a Thoreau summer, tucked into the woods, but we'll return to a Moliere autumn in France.


Mystica said...

It sounds idyllic but not for me! I am a stay at home type and love armchair adventures like yours. Please more photographs. Especially on the hike.

sillygirl said...

I think you will be homesick - for France!

Just Me said...

If you get homesick for France, no worries you will be returning for a stay that will last as long as you desire. In addition, I'm sure you guys will find beauty, fun and even more new friends where ever you are. Hugs for your unplanned moving and galavanting.

Paulita said...

Mystica, I will work on more pictures for you.
Sillygirl, I think you're right. I'm really feeling at peace here.
Just Me, I know, keep my eye on the prize.

restlessjo said...

Sounds like you're a very adaptable couple. :) :) It's a long haul between the US and France! I'm here courtesy of Jackie, who has followed my blog for as many years as I've followed hers. We both like to travel.

Tamara said...

Agility is the word in my working life at the moment, but it sounds like something you're doing really well. I do hope things sort out for you.

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