Notes from a Spoiled Immigrant
There’s no two ways about it: I am an incredibly spoiled immigrant. There may be days when I gripe about French bureaucracy, bemoan the...
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.