Monday, February 02, 2009
Truth, consequences and traveling with pets
As it turns out, I may have been telling a few untruths in recent posts. No, I didn't pull a James Frey and fabricate the story about us moving to France-- we are going to France-- but I've gotten some of the details wrong.
Have I mentioned that my husband and I aren't the greatest communicators? I seem capable of maintaining conversation with the rest of the world, but not my husband.
As it turns out, it is not definite, in any shape or form, that we will be living in the main house while we renovate the "guest house." Ian suggested this to his sister, she never responded one way or another, then relayed the idea to me, without mentioning that his sister hadn't actually approved the idea.... yet.
I, of course, loved the idea since it meant we wouldn't have to seek out, and, most importantly, pay for, a rental home or apartment. I loved it and I ran with it. I pounced on it and turned it into our "truth", without first doing some fact checking.
While some may consider a furnished French flat superior to a cold, drafty, sagging farmhouse which may or may not have a kitchen sink (it does), I was kind of digging the romantic idea of roughing it, however crazy that idea was.
As it stands, this detail remains undetermined but I felt the need to confess my "free interpretation" of the truth.
Another reason I glommed onto this truth is with the vain hope that we can somehow bring our dog, Ruby, with us. I really want her to come (she's already been installed with her handy dandy computer chip) and I wonder how easy it will be to get an apartment that allows dogs.
Any of you Euro-savvy travelers know the answer to that one?