The French Invasion

We survived the French Invasion. I’m just joking about the invasion part. We had relatives visiting from Paris this weekend; so we got to be tourists. We also got to share country experiences with them and their four year old, bi-lingual daughter.

We found a mini horse for her to ride, and normal size horses for all to ride. They got to milk goats and roast marsh mallows by the camp fire under the stars. All things they don’t do in Paris.

They have also been to LA and Seattle, and the sameness of all large metropolitan areas blurs the reality of where you are since they are full of free-ways and franchise stores. But living here in the country is a totally different experience for those who are used to big box land marks. Our land marks are the barn with the blue roof, the mailbox with the fish on it, the field of black cows or the field with the mini horses.

The air in the country promotes good sleep. I cooked what would be considered a good farm breakfast for them each morning with varieties of fruit, pancakes and eggs. They appreciated being outside and hearing the birds chirping over hearing the free-ways as they did at the other places they have stayed. They were delighted to see a tractor driving down the road going to the next field that needed to be hayed.

Another interesting thing about their visit, I was able to understand French again after only two days of listening to them occasionally coach their daughter in her native tongue. Her father being French and her mother being an American speak their native tongues to her so she gets everything in both languages. It helped me greatly as well.

C'est bon!