We have started feeling content, I think. Content enough in our surroundings to consider becoming permanent residents. Every single time I go running along the coast and admire the beach and beautiful waves I think how stunningly beautiful it is here and, barring a fortnight of incessant rain; warmer and more glorious than London at the same time of year. (For anyone who was annoyed by the potentially smug 'we are no longer ants' comment I still maintain that on a sunny day, London is the best city in the world. End of.) AM is in love with the mountains however. More so than in love with me at times. I don't think the mountains nag him about sending birthday thank you cards, doing the hoovering or leaving his beard hair in the sink after shaving. More fool them frankly. It has been discussed, therefore, that a move inland to station ourselves between mountains and beach, may be on the cards in the future. Along with it the purchase of a crumbling country house complete with neglected outbuildings that we can transform into a luxury gite with which to create some form of income. (Obviously my immediate reaction was to create a 'dream house' board on Pinterest. I have become slightly obsessed with stone fireplaces and bathrooms with double sinks. Ahem.)
It feels particularly grown up to be making decisions such as these. But as February passes and March approaches that signifies a whole 12 months since we left our last proper forms of employment. Time to get serious maybe. Or as serious as you can be when one of you is still learning the language and the other still can't parallel park.
In other news I have been taken on as an English teacher and now have 8 whole students. The raging storms that hit the UK also hit us causing massive damage. (Cue immediate and swift action by the Frenchies in Biarritz by building sandbanks along the front beaches, stationing police along any access point to danger zones, blocking off walkways and generally doing anything paid for by our ridiculously high taxes.) We have our first official UK visitors arriving on March 1st. The other day it hit 20 degrees and I sat in a sunspot in the garden with the neighbours’ cat.
Life is good.