Yesterday and until the ninth of January there will be a series of post re telling the story in not order of how I met French Husband and came to live in France. By the way the Ninth is our 27th wedding anniversary. In a two years I will have lived in France as long as I lived in the USA.
Because I didn't like the 110 degree heat in my hometown as a child.
Because the Sound of Music made being a nun look like fun.
Because while living in a monastery in New Mexico, I said my name was Nicol and that I was from France.
Because while at the monastery my spiritual director was an Abbot from France.
Because I could not become a priest, I left the monastery and landed in the bay area.
Because I fell in love with a young man while studying to be a Youth Minister.
Because a few years later, he tragically died.
Because two years after his death, my family and friends tried to set me up with every Tom, Dick and Harry in town,
Because I didn't want to date, I went to the I-BEAM (a Gay Club) to dance (Knowing it would be the best place to dance and never meet a man to marry....).
Because at the I-BEAM there was one straight guy from France who kept dancing by me.
Because.
