I was thinking about what my favorite building would be for today’s prompt and castles kept popping into my head. Not one particular castle of any sort of fame, but just any and all of them as I think they’re kind of cool. So, next, I started looking at photos of castles and ended up finding this one in France which is apparently for sale. And then made an insansely quick doodlewash of it. I was more excited at the prospect of actually owning my own castle, but my dreams were quickly dashed upon discovering it was listed for $22 million euro. Not only do I not have that kind of money right now, I have to live with the depressing notion that this sum will also far exceed my lifetime earnings. And any reasonable person would also have to factor in the help required to maintain 3500 square meters (37,673 square feet) in the final list price. So, my dreams of owning a castle died today, but we do have this speedy doodlewash by way of requiem.
I’m running incredibly behind for today’s post, because Philippe and I were chatting about plans for our upcoming trip to France in September. We’re definitely not intending to purchase a castle, but do still have some things to sort out before the trip comes. You know, important things like when are we going to be able to run over to Disneyland Paris in order to experience the Ratatouille ride. Actually, we didn’t have a place to stay until a couple days ago when we finally secured something on Airbnb. I’m kind of excited because it’s called Montparnasse Art Workshop and looks like a super cute place to live for a little over a couple weeks. Since I’ve seen all the tourist sites and this trip is primarily about visiting friends and family, I’m mostly excited about food and wine. Getting good French wine at grocery store prices is something to be thrilled about!
Perhaps, I don’t deserve to own a French castle though, because my mastery of the French language is still incredibly poor. I know I should be working harder at actually learning to speak it, but keep getting distracted with other things. Also, my pronunciation is so bad that little American charter school kids everywhere are quietly mocking me. But I don’t let any of this get me down. I figure there’s a reason why I wasn’t meant to speak perfect French or own a castle in that same locale. I’m not sure what the lesson here is, other than perhaps I shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine, but everything seems just fine right now. I think that living in an amazing French castle in your mind is always going to be better than the real thing any day.