My family has outgrown France.
Not to say that we’re beyond the culture, the food, the landscape, or the history–we’re not. We love it. BUT, we have literally outgrown France.
Let me explain…
I am six feet tall. An Amazon goddess with a size 12 shoe.
My height is a challenge in almost every part of the world (especially where jeans and high heels are concerned). Here in France, most of the women and half of the men look at me, not face-to-face, but face-to-cleavage; I am–at the very least–above average, and as such I do my shopping elsewhere. Many everyday items must be imported. This doesn’t bother me. It’s my life and I made peace with it long ago. The miracle of online shopping has helped tremendously.
My husband, a strapping six foot four inches, has fewer issues, but still definitely encounters short doorways that require limbo-like maneuvers on a daily basis.
When we arrived five years ago, our family was smaller–meaning shorter. While we have not grown in number over the years, the majority of us have grown up. With five out of six of us now being adult sized, and our gene pool being what it is, you can imagine people like to stare when we walk together down the streets of our village. We are a sight not often seen in the south of France.
Here’s the issue…
A few months ago, while returning from a Venetian road trip, our car began slipping out of 5th gear. Upon returning home, we took the car to a mechanic who told us it would cost the value of the car to repair the transmission. We decided to look for a new-bigger-more comfortable-road trip mobile.
Our new-car wish list included three simple items:
-enough leg room for daily use
-a small frame that easily fits typical French parking spaces
-seven comfortable seats
By this point we had totally given up on finding anything that’s nice to look at. We were sticking to the basics plus it had to be able to make the tight turn into our driveway.
Sounds reasonable right?
Over the course of the next month, we sat in everything. Used cars, new cars, sports cars, trucks, vans, minivans, sedans.
Nothing fit us.
In the end, we just couldn’t justify paying for a new car we didn’t really like.
So, we’ll repair our Toyota, Verso. We don’t love it, but with a few creative seat configurations we can make it work–even on long roadtrips.
The real expat life.
Photo by: Jace Grandinetti
4 thoughts on “Growing Pains”
I love this! I am not as tall as you, but the Austrians I hang out with are short. I feel like a Amazon princess a lot. Also with cars and parking, I ran into the garage wall twice before I figured out how to get our big car into that little space. It takes nerves of steel to drive on the skinny streets that wind around fields and buildings with trucks and buses coming straight at you.
I often feel like I am driving in a video game or playing real-life bumper cars. Knicks and dings are just a part of life here. In the big cities you can find entire parking garages full of cars with missing side mirrors. There just isn’t room for such luxury items. It’s an adventure all right!
You’d love my Fiat Panda!!!!
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