In other news I swallowed my pride and called l'americaine last week to invite her for coffee which she finally agreed too, but she cancelled on me at the last minute, just as I was mixing the banana bread to put in the oven, boo hiss. She did tell me on our chat on the phone though that she has three english speaking friends here, shock! Right here! They're Irish, Scottish and apparently there's an American who owns a bakery in town, Two are moms with kids our ages. My heart went all aflutter and I really want to connect with them but she'd mentioned them in a kind of "don't worry about me I have plenty of English speaking friends" kind of way rather than a "hey you should come have coffee with us sometime" kind of way. I'm getting a little tired of prostituting myself so I'm going to stubbornly wait for her to call me to reschedule and she can make the banana bread this time. At the same time--three years without visiting home is starting to wear on me and I could use that linguistic oasis I mentioned. I may have to swallow my foolish pride.
I didn't dare ask her about the incident in town but as we were talking about living here she made a comment along the lines of "there's no way I'm staying in this godforsaken ****hole of a place" and I understood that she hates France (peanut butter prices anyone?) and I'd be getting pulled down that drain. I consoled myself that rather than listen to the stereotypical grass is greener rant maybe I'd be better off listening to my french mom friend's reminders that Charlotte really needs to wear a hat on cold days. There are lots of places where you can complain in the world and I'd agree wholeheartedly, but here...how can you complain about living here? Last night as I was walking the dog I actually forgot about her and she went off in the woods because I was too busy staring at the scenery, the sky was a beautiful pink mist with all the snowy mountains behind like stage props. It was amazingly beautiful. I imagine it's the peanut butter though and the people; the important little things that block out the bigger picture. Why is that?