Why the Côte d’Azur, of all places.
It all started with a broken leg just before the summer vacation 2011, which was therefore rained out, along with a few plans and dreams for the future.
Now, it was all about recovery. Doctors, physiotherapy, massages and worries determined everyday life. In December the news came that the man had to be operated again because the bones had not grown together. But before that we wanted to have at least ONE beautiful thing this year and necessarily a bit of recovery – only doctors and pain makes one quite unhappy in the long run.
But where can you actually go in the European winter, when you jump around on crutches with a broken leg, would like to get some sun and can’t fly? How about the Mediterranean Sea, maybe the Côte d’Azur?
Said, done. We have indulged in a holiday flat in Cannes right at the beach.
In front of the balcony, there was only the seafront and the endless blue. And because walking with crutches and pain is no fun, we were cruising around – a road trip along the Côte d’Azur so to speak. We saw this sensational landscape, the little villages enthroned on the mountain tops like eagle nests, the mountains of red and black rock, the forests of cork oaks, eucalyptus and mimosa and of course the Corniche d’Or, this picturesque coastal road – and we fell in love. It was winter, it was empty, the sun shone every day and I was even bathing! In December! It was just wonderful.
A thought matured in us: What if we reactivated our old dream and went abroad for a few months? Of course it would have to be an area in the same time zone and we would have to take along everything in terms of computers and equipment in order to be able to be there for our customers on site as well as from the office. Here in the South of France it would actually be quite good. Would that work?
Would we dare?
We dared. After surgery, rehabilitation and a few preliminary runs with occasional knee chatter, we headed south the following December with far too much stuff. We rented an apartment and an office and recited our new mantra again and again: nothing can happen. If everything goes wrong, we just go back. Nothing can happen…
And it was fantastic. We have worked more than ever before, but:
through the small window in the bathroom we could see the pool and the palm tree on the mountain every morning while taking a shower.
And sometimes we sat with our sandwiches in the sun at noon and wondered why we didn’t do it much earlier.
And that’s the whole story.
Meanwhile we have reduced our luggage considerably and have become real moving professionals (when we leave home on a Saturday, we sit Monday morning at our desk in the south of France as if nothing had happened).
In the meantime our travel group has extended itself by a dog. The French are incredibly nice to dogs. Our fruit and vegetable lady always gives him an apple. If we should lose him during a walk, he will sit with Sylvie in front of the shop.
And everybody else wants to caress him. We are completely satisfied with our decision and to be honest: have a look at these pictures! You can only want to go there and away!
Oh and then there is of course still a not quite unimportant detail: