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 we learned that the man had to be operated again because the bone had not grown together. But before, we wanted to live to see at least ONE nice thing this year and desperately needed to recover – nothing but doctors and pain makes your pretty 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 take a flight because because you can’t bend your knee enough to fit in the seats? How about the Mediterranean Sea, maybe the Côte d’Azur?
Said, done. We got ourselves an apartment in Cannes right at the beach.
In front of the balcony, there was nothing but the seafront and 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 wintertime, we were almost the only travelers, the sun was shining every day and I was even bathing! In December! It was just wonderful.
An idea came up: What if we reactivated our ancient dream and go abroad for some months? Of course, it needs to be an area in the same time zone and we 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. The South of France would actually be quite a good place for that. Would that fit?
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 go wrong. If the worst comes to the worst, we just go back. Nothing can go wrong…
And it was fantastic. We worked more than ever, but:
through the small window in the bathroom we could see the pool and the palm tree on the opposite hill every morning while taking a shower.
And sometimes we had lunch in the sun and wondered why we didn’t do all this much earlier.
And that’s the whole story.
Meanwhile, we have reduced our luggage considerably and became 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 surely sit in front of Sylvies shop.
And everybody 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: