Roll up for the Mystery Tour

I’m adapting to the life here in France.  It’s more than just baguettes and cheese, but these 2 staples of French life are everywhere.  I live in the small city/big town of Millau.  There’s about 30,000 people that live here, but it feels much smaller for some reason.  Mrs. International and I live on the edge of the center of town.  Google can easily find our address.  For those of you who are interested in writing letters or looking at us from space, you can find us at 44 BD Richard, 12100 Millau.  We love to get mail!!

I’ve been here about 3 weeks and it has been a great 3 weeks.  The journey was long to get here–5 planes and 7 days!  I passed 5 of them in a squat in London with a good friend, reconnecting and downloading more information.  I even got to upload some this time as well.  I arrived in Toulouse on the 20th of December, only hours from the winter solstice, when the darkness reaches its highest point and the light its lowest.  I felt it symbolic that the Mrs. and I reunite just as the light has been reborn.  Although the winter solstice marks the beginning of winter, it also heralds the birth of the light.  Every day after the 21st of December, there is more and more light in our world.

And so it has been in our lives and in our relationship.  We have found that bits of space in between our togetherness allows us each to grow as individuals and to reevalute where we are going with this thing called love.  And of course, we never know where we’re going; such is the nature of love.  It’s an evolution, a shedding of skins, a purification.

Although I’ve met her family before, this time in France is much better because I speak the language so much better.   This time I can really get to know her family and they can get to know me which is strange as well. These are all small town people from the Old world and I am an evolutionary process that lives off continual fluxuation.  There is a big water for each of us to cross in order to communicate.  France is old.  The buildings are old, the streets are old, the customs are old and sometimes the mentality is old.  This is not to say that the States is better or worse, just that it’s different.  Millau is very mideval, with long narrow streets where it is easy to get lost and stumble upon some ancient tower.  The door is open my friends, and adventure awaits…

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