For a long time, husband and I have loved to go to France. Our friends gave us the bug when they went one summer, just before our 25th wedding anniversary. They came back with pictures and stories galore of the little French house in the vineyard that they rented...we were so jealous. So we went, rented two gites in two small villages for a week each. Never mind that the first gite was about 20 m2, aptly called La Petite Maison, with two rooms, a small bedroom up the steep winding stairs from the living/dining room, one toilet tucked under the stairs, and the world's smallest salle d'eau (shower room) next to the bedroom upstairs. The second house was larger, but heated using a fireplace (during December), and a bit frosty... But, we were so entranced!
Fast forward ten years...many trips later...we have settled on "our" area, the small hamlet of Promilhanes, in the Southeast corner of the Lot...we have "our" gite, which we have rented seven times since Sept 2007. We have friends, anglophone and francophone.... and now, I have truly caught the bug.
I want a my own house in France!
We started looking in the windows of the Estate Agents a long time ago. But, since our return from France this May, I have been on the French property real estate sites daily...I have learned a lot.. But there is definitely a level of frustration, too.
Want to join me through the joys and pains of making my dream a reality?
