It is less than a week before I depart for France.  I am going to spend a month at a house I have invested in with other members of my family in a small village in the heart of Normandy, France--St. Fraimbault.  The place is not on the tourist map--it's in the middle of farming country, I think.  (I've never actually been there yet)  But that is why I though the title of this blog would be apropos.  It's likely the "real" Normandy I will be seeing.

Oh, I intend to see the sights of the area, Mont Saint Michel, the beaches where the allied troops landed in the Second World War, Le Havre, Honfleur, perhaps even Giverny, where Monet painted all of his waterlilies, but most of my time will be spent in the little village of Saint Fraimbault.  I want to get to know the people, the language--or as much as I can pick up in a month. 

Unfortunately, I also have to work--writing a newsletter five days a week, so afternoons will be spent doing that.  But that leaves mornings and the week I took off in the middle of April, to travel father afield.  I have seen episodes of House Hunters International where Americans who work on the internet have no trouble bringing their work with them to Europe.  I intend to test out that theory. 

But first, I fly to Paris on Wednesday, March 28 and arrive on the morning of the 29th.  I'll spend Friday in Paris and then take the train to Flers on Saturday early afternoon.  My brother and sister-in-law (Jim & Ceci) will be picking me up at the train station.  Then it's off to St. Fraimbault.

We have great internet access, apparently--or else I would not be able to go, so hopefully, I'll be able to make regular entries on this blog.  And as soon as I can I will change the picture background to something from St. Fraimbault.

Au Revoir, mes amis!!!