Most of you will remember that time when I lost my mind and ran off to France. Some of you have even read a whole book about it (and to those who haven’t read the book, I’m not talking to you until you go snag a copy). Many times now I’ve heard from people pining for the same or at least a similar adventure. Well, here’s your chance.

Again, speaking only to book owners (okay, alright, to everyone who has ever been gracious enough to wander in here), you will also remember the delightful Anne and Michel, two people who made our time in Europe so very special. Better friends and more fascinating folks cannot be found. In our last chat with them, they told us that their neighbour will be offering up his place for rent. It’s attached to chez Anne and Michel, located just outside our old haunt, Semur-en-Auxois, and if I weren’t already eye deep into my own new escapade, I’d snap it up in a second.

They are looking to let it long term, so only the truly unhinged (much like moi) should apply. Just imagine spending a year or two here…

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I know what you’re thinking, c’est parfait, but be warned: la vie française is not for the lily-livered. One must be prepared to eat and drink like the apocalypse is nigh. Living a short drive from arguably the world’s greatest wine region requires stamina. One must be ready to conjugate verbs at breakneck speed. Also, bear in mind that the chances of writing a book and gaining a few (meaning 20) pounds are fairly high. But your rewards will be many, like being wrapped in the warm embrace of the Burgundians, Anne and Michel being the true ambassadors of charm and warm elegance. Sure, it’s a tough gig, but fear not, I can give you all the tips you’ll ever need about how to waste extended periods of time in a foreign country.

I have no mundane details such as the number of toilets available or the number of euros that must be laid on the barrel. All I know is that I spent many blissful days and nights on this property—meeting the most interesting people imaginable, eating food grown in the garden, watching Uma the jolly Bernese Mountain Dog race around the fields, and just absorbing the beautiful culture that is rural France.

If you’d like to know more just drop me a line by using the contact link at the top of the page here. If you do decide to find yourself in France, there’s one final warning: there’s a risk of finding me in your guest room at some point. And if that doesn’t scare you, you’re ready.