French Women and You: Confidence

 

quoteI was going to write about how confident French women are.
I was going to tell you that French women are bold but soft at the same time.
They do not shy away from a debate and are proud to be able to hold their ground.
They hold their head up and do not mentally sabotage themselves.
All of that is wonderful and stuff, but…
How?
How do they get so confident?
Did their parents give them just the right dosage of encouragement and positive reinforcement?
How do they think of themselves or talk to themselves in the solitude of their minds?
Do those overly confident women, doubt themselves?

The truth is, it is hard to write about confident women when you don’t feel confident about yourself.
Weight gain, no job and an uncertain future are not the best recipe for an iron clad confidence. No pity, please.
I am human and sometimes stuff, like donuts and pizza, happens.

So, instead of talking about French women, I want to talk about you.
What makes you feel confident?
What do you think about that makes you feel better?
Do you have something that you do for yourself that gives you a bit of oomph?

Let’s learn from each other.
Please leave a comment below.
I would absolutely love to hear from you.

Wine Festival in Oingt, France

Leading a sing along of old songs that everyone knew by heart.

Leading a sing along of old songs that everyone knew by heart.

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Would you like a glass of wine?
This is the time of year for wine. Or so I am told. I will  admit that I know nothing at all about wine.
All I know is when I like the taste.
Isn’t that all it should be?
We drove into the small town of Oingt, France to discover a wine festival taking place.
Salvation after our little run in with the law.
In this town of just over 500, we decided to pay our penance as commanded by the gendarmerie.

So many beautiful bottles of wine.

So many beautiful bottles of wine.

We sampled reds, whites, rosé and sparkling at the Magasin Terroir des Pierres Dorées.
Its walls were painted a fiery red but the tasting bar was lined with angelic wine glasses.
One glass after another, I decided that this was the best wine I had ever tasted in my life.
Fruity and light to heavy and with a hint of strawberries, the four of us were definitely in heaven.
I almost sound like I know a bit about wine, right?
Outside the store, people sipped their wines and watched a merry-go-round sing and spin children into dizziness.
With our penance paid (a total of 8 bottles of wine) we headed into town to help celebrate the wine festival.
It was a beautiful town where the main street was full of people performers and visitors singing or dancing.
While a singer and his beautiful assistant guided a crowd in a sing along, the sun cast beautiful golden shadows all around them.
She turned the handle on her automated piano and fed the cards into the ancient machine.
Joviality mixed with the setting sun’s light.

Lovely French woman and her instrument.

Lovely French woman and her instrument.

Sheet music.

Sheet music.

While the sun continued to set and people sang…
A man played a saw and promised positive pregnancy tests with his romantic music.

Playing a saw at the wine festival.

Playing a saw at the wine festival.

A friendly black lab let me pet him and take his picture.

Friendly lab.

Friendly lab.

A woman from Oingt, watered her plants.

I love this french woman's smile.

I love this french woman’s smile.

We peeked into someone’s backyard.

Can you imagine having this view from your French cottage?

Can you imagine having this view from your French cottage?

And finally, we tried to capture the last moments of that day forever.

Our friends.

Our friends.

Ahh…
I feel so peaceful writing this post.
What do you know about wine?
I am positive it is more than I know.
I would love a mini lesson.
Please leave me a comment below.
Have a great day!

Expat Victories-Making an appointment!

She said I have an appointment on Monday! Did you hear that?!….MONDAY!!!

Ring ring…
Ring ring…
Hello, you are about to make an appointment in French!

Whoa my goodness!
I did it! I really did it!

I had to make a visit to the doctor and called to make an appointment.
Last time, someone spoke English on the phone, so I thought it would be no big deal.   Pfft, “no big deal”.  I know, sometimes, I am astonished at how naïve I am too.
Of course, that is not what happened this time.  The receptionist picked up the phone and answered with a flat “Non.”, when I asked if she spoke English.
And then, like a soft lullaby to this American baby’s ears, she rocked me into a conversation only in French.
I don’t know how she did it.
She spoke slowly and rephrased when I didn’t understand.
Spelling my last name was dicey, but it’s that way in english too.
She was calm and kept her voice soft.
When I awoke from this phone call, I had an appointment with the doctor.
It was glorious.
I am beyond proud of myself, mes amis!
Maybe I do know more French than I think I know. You know?
Or, just maybe, I have discovered the expat whisperer.

Bring on the restaurant reservations!
Bring on the snooty sales clerks!
And maybe, one day, I will be able to tackle the mother of all phone conversations: customer service.
Ooh…I just shuddered.

By the way, this is the same doctor that I visited before.  So, I will let you know if it is at all unconventional.

Doesn’t it feel good to have small victories?
Have you had any lately?
I would love to hear from you.