We may have found a house!
We are in Moissac (again) to tour another house. We had lunch in a little cafe on the square and while trying to find out more about their menu, the owner's wife came out to help (she speaks English). And while touring the house for sale, the realtor brought along a collegue who had studied in America, to help translate any questions we might have about the property. The patience and assistance we've received since our arrival has been abundent, and I hope to start a french language course as soon as we're settled, so I can properly thank each of them for their kindness. Everytime we're here in Moissac, I'm more convinced this town is where we should put down roots--and we may have just toured the home that could make that happen. There are some concessions that I'll have to make inside the house, but the backyard oasis will certainly make that pill easier to swallow. And, having the town square right around the corner and the train station 2 blocks away, would be the icing on the cake. We've had our share of real estate woes while trying to sell our house in Arizona, so I'm not going to put the cart before the horse with this transaction. But, we've contacted our relocation service to see what the next steps are for us to move forward with an offer. We've been told to expect the process to take 3 (or more) months to complete after an offer is accepted. More to come about the house (and our renovation projects), if the negotiations are successful. Wish us luck!
More good news.... After weeks of trying to find a way to purchase a vehicle, we had nearly given up: you need proof of residence to register a car in France -- which we do not have since we live in an AirBnB. I finally reached out to the owners of the guest house we're renting, to see if they would consider providing us with all the documentation necessary to provide proof of THEIR residence, along with a letter stating that we are residing with them. And, they were more than happy to help us. They even offered us the name of a translator who could help us with the registration paperwork. So, now we can begin the hunt for a car of our own. When Isa, our landlord, dropped off the documents, she also brought us more fresh cut roses and some homemade Apricot jam. And, she introduced us to her 11 year old grandson, Louis, who was visiting. Louis can speak English fairly well, so we were able to spend some time getting to know each other (without the nagging presence of Google Translate). Their warmth and generousity made quite an impression on us.
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