The End of the Frenchie Saga 💔🇫🇷

Wondering why I’m lurking LA beaches and not cooking in South of France? LOL ME TOO!

I put the kibosh on France (yes again) just hours before my flight this week because the corona virus hit northern Italy HARD (aka justtt across the *open* border from where I was going to be staying in the south of France). With my immune system still not up to par after being so sick, numbers of cases in Italy sky rocketing from 0 to 400+ in just a matter of days, and dozens of towns being quarantined — I was out.

I woke up last Friday morning in Texas feeling like a kid the night before summer camp. Excited. Nervous. And a hell of a lot to pack. I flicked on the news per usual and a reporter was explaining that Italy went from 0 cases to 17 overnight and they had no idea how it got there. It was concentrated in the north in little castle dotted small rural-ish towns.

Those were the exact words that had made me feel like I’d be safe from Corona! Rural (not packed cities). Europe (not China!) + castle dotted (hello bad things don’t happen in castles, whimsical things do!) To make it worse, every map they showed throughout the day on TV had the south of France (and the little town I’d be staying in) peeping out over the top.

Well hell.

I packed my bag full of Parisian stripes, poofy sweaters, and thick scarves anyways. I headed to LA to spend the weekend there as planned before my flight on Monday. “We’ll just see what happens and go from there” my parents and I said to each other with weary smiles as we said goodbye.

By the eve of my flight, I was still wrestling with, “It’s everywhere and it’s like a bad flu that you probably won’t get!” and “People don’t get police barricaded into their towns for the flu and you and you’re wonky immune system will be close AF to the red zone girl!” I cancelled my ticket thinking maybeee it would be better by the end of the week and I could just go then!

But here we are and it’s not. With the first leg canceled and the word “pandemic” being tossed around I don’t know if the second leg to Paris will be possible either — and if it’s not, Paris will always be there.

What I do know is that I woke up today and was healthy enough to get out of bed, get a cup of coffee, and go on a walk with a friend. I couldn’t do any of that for so much of last month. I have what matters. The rest is just gravy.

I truly believe everything happens for us, not against us. Especially the bad or ugh things! And this is exactly that ✨