A Year in France

Every year on my birthday, there is one place my soul always returns.

South of France,

I spent my 3rd year of university in Nice, France.  For the first 12 years of my life, I was raised in Germany and Belgium, but it wasn’t until I returned to Europe as a young adult that the French culture, language, and its beautiful people took a hold of my soul for good.

Every day I walked beside the sea on my journey to school and every day I would be in awe of the sea. Something about the blues and the greens made me feel like I was going to explode. the sea, photographyMy walks also took me to the markets where my senses were filled with more colours, aromas, and tastes than I can describe.  No wonder I love food.

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In the countryside, the landscapes were filled with a thousand different shades of green.  There were fig trees, olives trees, and vines that were a hundred years old.  Trees and plants were always growing and blooming all year long.  Between the sea and the land, I was constantly surrounded by brilliant colours and new life.

When I think of France, I think about the language, the food, the culture.  Most of all, I think about the people. The friendships I made that year are still some of the most cherished relationships in my life.  To this day, I can’t think of France without thinking about these wonderful people.  They will always have a special place in my soul.


2 years ago, for my 40th birthday, there was only one place I wanted to go.  As I roamed the south of France with my family and friends, I reflected on my time in Nice.  That year was very transformational for me.  It was the first time I really focused on myself.  I started to become the woman I am today, and for that, I am truly grateful.