And, of course, I forgot to mention the most important thing about yesterday: Joe received his arreté. His, at least, is from the place we expected. Joe’s job will be somewhere in the académie of Dijon. No links to his exact placement because the letter is in transit from Kentucky to Wisconsin, but soon we will know.

What I hope this means is that the académie of Dijon is sending all of their future assistants these letters, and thus, there will be one for me. That would solve almost all of our problems.

Until some such letter arrives, all I can do is call my buddy at the embassy. I’ve listened to some automated message in French about ten times now: Votre appel a été transféré à une messagerie vocale. La boîte vocale appartenant à (my special lady friend) est pleine. I could swear she’s keeping her mailbox full in order to avoid me. I’ve sent her e-mail, too, which has received no response. But, foil-hat theories aside, I know that someday I will talk to her again. And when I do, perhaps everything will be okay.

Meanwhile, I continue to make silly plans for what Joe and I will do with our five weeks of paid vacation. Maybe I’ll announce them when I feel more certain that both of us will end up in France.

Posted in France, French, Joe, best-laid plans by rachel