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Welcome to the 18th Century

We may live in the 21st century, but in the farming community where I live, it often feels like things haven't changed all that much in the last few hundred years - modern conveniences such as plumbing and being able to drive to the gym aside. During certain activities like collective wine harvests, I swear that you could pop back in time to the 18th century and things probably wouldn't be all that different. I'm not a farm girl, but I do my best to integrate into the social fabric here. It often ends in laughter.

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It all began in a typical middle school classroom in suburbia. As the September sun streamed in through the large windows, we obediently repeated the strange-sounding phrases after our teacher: Bonjour, bonsoir, comment ça va? It was my first day of French class, and utterly unbeknownst to me, that day marked the beginning of a love affair that would shape the course of my entire life. 

 

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