Here are somethings we love about Bourdeilles (“bor day”). There is a river flowing right through the center of town. The Dronne River. It is crossed by a roman bridge from the XIII century and that bridge is the how village life flows up and down the village. There is a boulangerie closer to our front door there than our mailbox is here in Vermont. That boulangerie has wood-fired ovens that make the best bread in France. Magically, this bread can be eaten all day and there will be no weight gain. And we do eat it all day, even the dog. Everyone in the village of 800 (much less in winter) is crazy and happy, so we fit right in. Every morning we wake to the presence of the Medieval Chateau that lords over the village.

We are moving to Bourdeilles, France. It is in the loosely defined Perigord Vert part of the even less-well defined region of the Dordogne. So where is that? We will be 6 hours due south of Paris, two hours east of Bordeaux, 6 hours west of Provence and in the middle of nowhere. And it is beautiful.

So, yes it is official. We are moving to France. We will turn over the keys to the house the end of August and we have one way tickets to France on September 7th, 2010. Seems a bit crazy, I’m sure. But remember we are the ones that dated about a month before we were engaged, bought a house in Vermont without jobs (Susan had been to Stowe once) and had to buy the little house in France while just one toe was inside the door.