Sunny and Cher

Sunny and Cher!

This phrase popped out of my mouth one day when we were describing life here in the southern half of France, and we decided this would make a great newsletter title! But to get the pun, you must know that “cher” means expensive or dear. And according to the locals, it’s the “sunny” that makes it “cher.” In the 3 weeks we’ve been here, we’ve had clear blue skies for all but 4 days! We’re not in Scotland anymore!

We hope that Sonny and Cher won’t mind if we borrow their theme song, “I Got You, Babe”for our newsletter!

  • We got a quick sale and good profit for our home in Paisley, and friends willing to load a moving truck full of our furniture for us next month, keeping moving costs low.
  • We got a great team to staff the YWAM Reconciliation School with David. “Staff training” time has been full of deep teaching and strong prayer times and relationship building. This has been all in French, 8 hr./ day, 5 days a week. David works to try and absorb it all, struggles to express himself deeply in French, reluctantly accepts being less available than the others who are single, and deals with the myriad of little tasks that come with relocation. Normal frustrations in a new culture, but still hard to accept!
  • We got great public school and music school situations for the kids!
  • We got news that France has the most generous welfare system in the world (no wonder all the immigration lines we stand in are so long!), and we may be able to participate in it! This may enable us to rent until we have the time to house-hunt, and offset the high cost of living with 3 kids.
  • We got temporary housing at a peaceful retreat center called the Oasis. It is out in the country away from the frenzy of the world, where Christians come for conferences, or just an overnight stay while driving through the region, and from now until next June, it will be housing the YWAM school. In making this move alone, God has graciously provided this landing place for us until we get our bearings, surrounded by loving, patient people.
  • We “don’t got” a double bed, a normal oven or kitchen, a couch, a private bathroom or a phone line. Pray that we will have the grace to “camp” another month or 2 until our house money is available to buy something.
  • And finally, we got each other! What does that mean for us? Well, at the end of each day, we can choose to take out our French frustrations on each other, or we can choose to love to each other by listening, holding, and praying for each other. The second choice is mandatory for us in order to walk in the fruit of the Spirit here and be witnesses – and as the only foreigners living around here, we are definitely being observed!

Until next time,

Itinerary and Contact Info

Well, we’re up to our necks in plans and packing right now! Because much is to happen quickly in the next week, I thought it wise to get a bit of information out before we take the moving plunge…


Monday September 1st – We pack up our mini-van and David and Olivia take the ferry from Edinburgh over to the continent. They arrive in Montéléger, France Tuesday night.

Tuesday – Angela, Rachel and Noah fly from Glasgow to Lyon and also arrive in Montéléger, France Tuesday night.

Wednesday – Unpack and prepare for getting kids in school

Thursday – Kids in school!

Monday – September 8th – David’s staff training time for the YWAM School of Reconciliation starts

All above hours not specifically listed – Pack, clean, say goodbye, unpack, get our bearings, untold administrative processes, speak French, sell a house, find a house, etc. The activities of selling our house and moving our furniture will continue here after we leave. Nice to leave it behind and just get there…but of course I’d like to be a bit more “in control” than God is allowing me to be.

Contact Info:

Our emails will stay the same but we don’t know when we’ll be able to access them next.

Our mobile phone number once we get to France will be +33 6 73 75 68 05

Our mailing address (regular mail will be forwarded from Scotland – packages will not) and where we’re staying for awhile will be:

Centre d’accueil L’Oasis
Quartier Rodet
26760 Montéléger

Tél 04 75 59 56 62 Fax 04 75 59 53 67

Life is good and a bit hectic right now!

Rejoice (and Pray) with Us!

With all due respect to our friends the Kendall’s in Albertville who have just had their first (real) child (yea!), please rejoice with us because…

We Just Got Our Visas For France!!!!!!

Well…we just got the call that they are in and ready for us at the French Consulate to pick up. Now the question is, are we ready for them!?

It has been kind of like a baby for us. One of the differences though being when Angela expected it and when I expected it. She had faith they would arrive soon and I…well…had less. But, we have been praying and God deserves all the credit for a miracle like this. We essentially received our long term visas for France in one month!That’s really unheard of. We have been preparing though…especially this week with some packing, but now we’ve really got a ton to do!

No, I don’t know exactly when we’re going but we’ll let you know that as soon as we do. We’ve still got quite a bit of logistical planning to do.

So, I’ll sign off now with an appeal for your support. Primarily that refers to prayers as we’ll all need them for the transition that is in front of us. Additionally, however, the actual cost of the move is likely to total in the $5,000 range. So, we thank in advance any who would like to give (see the “finances” link below) specifically towards this one-time expense of finally moving that Leigh family across The Channel for good! ;c)

More to come soon!

Good News/Bad News

Just 5 weeks ago… we were sitting around a little rotating fan, moaning about the 95-degree heat, blocking every ray of sunshine from entering our apt., and sucking ice cubes for supper. Today, at the end of July, I am huddled up to a warm radiator, begging God for a ray of sunshine, and trying to ignore the desire to bake something warm and fattening everyday! (Won’t you be glad when we’ve left Scotland for good and weather is no longer our favorite newsletter intro??)

Now in honor of our favorite radio show, we present: “Adventures in Paisley.”

“Welcome to this month’s saga as we continue to try to answer the question: “Will the Leighs ever get settled in France?” Let’s listen in….”

Well, housing-wise… the good news is that we all arrived back in Scotland safe and sound, and pleased to find our house in the same condition. (And we discovered that our appreciation of carpeting, bathtubs, and separate living rooms had grown deeply!) The bad news is that upon our return to France, we’ll be living in a couple of dorm rooms at the retreat center where the YWAM school will be held.

Visa-wise…the good news is that the process got rolling with an appointment at the consulate on the 4th of July, and David and the girls had a great day out in Edinburgh afterwards with another family who graduated from our FDTS school, and have ministering there.

The bad news is that the enemy seemed to have jotted that important date in his calendar. Half way home, the car died of internal injuries, and a tow truck delivered David and the girls home late that night. That same afternoon, Noah put a rake through his lip while helping me in the garden, and this was the first time I’d taken a child to the ER. But the good news is that a car has been loaned to us for free by a complete stranger until David gets the one we bought in France. The other good news is that Noah’s injury wasn’t as serious as I’d thought, and emergency visits are free here!

Health wise… the bad news is that the enemy hasn’t let up yet. Noah and I both got sore throats a few days later that wouldn’t ease up. The doc and I swore it was mononucleosis. Three long weeks later, I’ve got a raspy voice and am only active for about 4 hrs/day, but the blood test declared it a nameless, faceless virus. The good news is that David gets to escape the heavy load of mothering and fathering by going to France for a week to get our van and participate in worship leading at an annual conference that he’s always wanted to attend. I will happily stay at home with a single YWAM friend to help me get through the day.

“Well, that’s it for this month! And it looks like the Leighs are still on hold! So join us again next time for… Adventures in Paisley!

Thanks for listening!

Quick Itinerary

Greetings to all from our soon-to-be-former home in Albertville!

I wanted to let you all know our plans for the immediate future…and I do mean immediate!

Last night we had our graduation ceremony (yes, we did graduate!) I was a wonderful affair and made a good milestone to close this time here in Albertville.

We’re in the throes of packing up our apartment right now in cloud-free, non-air-conditioned heat (a cloudy day in Scotland is sounding really nice right about now!). Many things are being stored with some friends in France for us to get when we return at the end of summer.

Tomorrow we go through the process of buying a car for France (with the steering wheel on the LEFT) and continue packing. Tuesday we move the stuff we’re keeping here in France to our friends’ house and continue packing. Wednesday, the 25th, Angela and the kids are taken to Geneva for a two-hop flight to Glasgow. I pack up the car (our British one) and drive to the YWAM base near Paris to spend the night. The 26th I drive to Zeebrugge, Belgium to catch the overnight ferry to Edinburgh. I drive from Edinburgh to Glasgow on the 27th.

On July 4th, just like a year ago, we commence our process for obtaining long-stay visas with the French Consulate in Edinburgh.

There we go! That’s the future that we know for now. The timing of getting the visas is in God’s hands and we’d appreciate your prayers for that. We’d love to be back in France at the end of August to start the kids schooling and the YWAM school that I’m going to be with, but the timing is not ours to determine. Last year we learned about waiting when we had to start our language school a month late…and everything worked out fine. Who knows what we’ll learn this summer! ;c)

Once we get our visas we can sell our house and move our stuff to France and commence our life there. While we wait we’ll be working on getting our house ready to sell; trying to keep some of our French in our brains; studying the topic of Reconciliation for me; and probably visiting friends in the UK…and whatever else God has for us.

More info as we know it…

Our Love to you all,
David, Angela, Rachel, Noah, Olivia

Leigh Family Update – May 2003

“Dieu est fidèle!” God is faithful!

Again He has made our next step clear, and so we continue our journey…

So how did He speak to us this time? Well, as we considered our next move, David was invited to attend a week-long YWAM conference on reconciliation. He decided to go in order to meet the leaders and decide if he would be interested in staffing a
9-month school in the fall on the same topic. It ended up being a very powerful time for him spiritually and he really bonded with everyone there. When he came home, we really didn’t need to wrestle over the decision, because earlier, we had driven through the area where the school would be held, and Angela immediately felt at home there. And there were homes there – apartments are the only options in the cities, and houses are mainly found in neighboring villages. This village is called Montéléger and is just southeast of the city of Valence, which is an hour south of the city of Lyon. The countryside, (where it is easy to drive!), starts to feel more Mediterranean here, and another clincher was the presence of a school of music for the kids close-by!

So you ask, “What the heck is a ‘School of Reconciliation’?” Let’s start by quoting from the website of the International Reconciliation Coalition, ( which defines reconciliation better than we can:

“If we have broken our covenants with God and violated our relationships with one another; the path to reconciliation must begin with individual acts of confession. Paradoxically, the greatest wounds in human history, the greatest injustices, have not happened through the acts of some individual perpetrator; rather through the institutions, systems, philosophies, cultures, religions and governments of humankind. Because of this, we, as individuals, are tempted to absolve ourselves of all individual responsibility. However, unless somebody chooses to identify themselves with corporate entities, such as the nation of our citizenship, or the subculture of our ancestors, the act of honest confession will never take place. This leaves us in a world of injury and offense in which no corporate sin is ever acknowledged, reconciliation never begins and old hatreds deepen.”

This school is for practical training in some of the ways we can live out the scripture of II Corinthians 5:18 where Paul says that all Christians have been given the ministry of reconciliation. There is a great need for this in France as there are deep wounds in this culture, and these wounds keep the French from being able to receive the love of Christ and keep the French church from being able to demonstrate the love of Christ. Personally, this school will also help us to understand the issues involved in reaching the French and be foundational for other ministry we do in France.

Unlike most YWAM schools, this school will also be open to non-YWAMers, and will be taught in French and English. So if you know anyone, anywhere, who might have an interest in this school, please let us know. For French speakers, you can directly reference more information about this school at:

So the burden of an unknown future has been replaced by the burden of another international move! The details seem overwhelming at times but God is faithful to us and has shown it many times through all of you. We will fill you all in more in subsequent newsletters. Please continue to pray for us as we move into this next season of transition…by far our biggest yet.

Much Love!
David, Angela, Rachel, Noah, Olivia

Leigh Family Update – March/April 2003

Ok, I’m searching long and hard for a title for this particular newsletter, but I think I’ve come up short! I don’t have a wiz-bang theme either. But, I really want to communicate with you all, and I think that’s a point worth making.

We’re here at language school in France for exactly the same reason. We really want to communicate some things…with the people of France specifically. Guess what…it’s hard work! Yep, we can see the end of language school in sight (end of June), but frequently, it takes a deep breath and a deep prayer to get motivated for each day right now. We’ve been at it since the beginning of October and we can see both the enormous progress in our language study and the large chasm that still stands between us and the ability to really express ourselves and understand a native French speaker in everyday life.

But, we do get up each day (respiration + inspiration = levitation) and we do work at our French because…of the value of what we want to communicate and the value of the people receiving that communication.

Many of you are familiar with Jesus’ parable of The Sower. At the end of the parable, Jesus talks about being fruitful in our lives and He says that good seed in good soil will yield fruit. We know that the good seed is the good news that God wants a personal and intimate relationship with us and that He sent His Son Jesus to die on a cross for us 2000 years ago to pave a way for that relationship to happen.

That’s all well and good…no…it’s great! But how do I make sure that I am “good soil?” After all, in that parable, there’s a whole lot more bad soil than good soil. I read recently in a book entitled Compassion by Henri Nouwen an interesting and simple ingredient to being good soil…perseverance.

Ok, sorry, too simple, I know…

But hold on… What happens when you plant a seed in the ground, and you plant it well and you water it? Well, the first thing that happens is that you wait! Not very exciting stuff, of course. You’ve all done that bean experiment in a glass cup and have seen the bean just sit there for a few days. It’s a pretty impatient time for a kid. But, if you resist the urge to toss the thing in the trash or to over-water the bean, eventually you’ll see a small sprout start to come out. Growth! Excitement! It worked!


You’re still quite a ways off before anything can be seen above ground, let alone “bearing fruit.” What else is required? Well, first of all more waiting! A key ingredient to seeing fruit in a bean plant or an apple tree or a mighty oak tree is patient waiting and tending of the plant while the process that God designed takes its course. If I don’t do that, I will not see that plant bear fruit. I might see it grow, maybe even a great deal, but if I don’t see it to the “end”, I won’t get to see the fruit.

That’s the way it works in my life and in yours as well. For many things there simply is no shortcut.

Right now in language school here in Albertville, we’re in a time where re-doubled effort towards perseverance is the name of the game for us. We won’t reach our goal to be able to communicate with French people in French without it. We also know that we’re going to need more perseverance after the school as well in taking our next steps in the process of living in France long-term.

We don’t have any more real information to share about that yet. There are some possibilities that we hope to explore at the end of April but the current stance is….wait…and persevere

Ok, that’s enough for now.

I also wanted to get this newsletter out and test our new processes for sending and maintaining our newsletters, so I’d be grateful for any feedback you might have or notification of any problems you encounter in receiving or reading this newsletter. We will be happy to tweak things as necessary and as possible.

May God richly bless you!
David (and the whole gang!)

Joyeux Jour de St. Valentin!

This month I thought I’d write about all the reasons why I love being in this country, in keeping with the theme of the holiday, and in obedience to Ph. 4:8, which reads: … whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things!

· I love Malcolm. He is the mascot of a restaurant we pass on the way to church. When we pulled into the parking lot for the first time, this little “Benji” dog trotted out to our car to greet us. When we left, he accompanied us back to our car and saw us off – in the rain! It was unbelievably heart-warming, esp. for a family who prefers cats!

· I love leading the students in a “chorale” time for 40 min. every other week here at the school. I was volunteered for the job, as it is a student-led position, and it has become my favorite part of the week. Since it is mandatory, and 1/3 of the students are “non-singers,” I’ve decided to make it more of a teaching time. The beginners here don’t get much out of worship times because that vocabulary isn’t taught until the end of the year. So, I’m trying to pass on my love of the language (and of worship) by teaching worship vocab. along with some songs to perform at our graduation in June, which is the main objective.

· I love this country for making an arrangement with Colorado (and 13 other states) to exchange driving licenses straight across without any testing. Trying to drive in Britain destroyed any confidence I arrived with, and I cannot get my brain around the x and y-shaped intersections in this small town either. Yet the French, God bless ’em, will hand me a license sight unseen, whereas I could never have jumped through the hoops that the British demand. And the really beautiful thing is that once I have my French license, I’m as legal as any other EU member to drive in Britain !

· I (and the kids and David) love being back in a country with 4 seasons and lots of snow!

· I love living 2 hr. from my pen pal of 27 yr. It was great to have her take me to a local restaurant and help me order new and authentic dishes, and clarify all the little things that can be awkward and stressful in that setting. She just sent me an e-mail asking me correct her English, as she prepares to study for a diploma she is trying to earn to upgrade her position as an accountant. It was most refreshing to be the expert for once! (And I pray that my French doesn’t sound as bad as her English!)

· I love the fact that it is perfectly respectable for me to kiss my pastor and my professor in greeting, and the feeling of being accepted when offered the cheeks of other French people! Hugs are actually starting to feel more intimate than kisses!

· I love being a “humble celebrity” here. I can’t hide my status as a foreigner, so I play it to my advantage, fearlessly starting conversations with strangers so that I can not only practice, but also learn more about the culture, showing the French that I value them. Everyone always continues the conversation when they find out I’m American, and so far it has always been positive! (But we aren’t talking politics here!)

· I love living in a culture where the Sabbath is still a day of rest. Only restaurants are open, so that families can eat together. Commerce reflects the value of family time around the table on a daily basis as well – only one store in town is open during the sacred 12 – 2 p.m. lunch hour, and everything is closed by 7 p.m. so that families are together for their 8:00 dinners. At least that’s the way it is in this small town. (I won’t guarantee that Paris is run that way!)

· I love the fact that I can see a big improvement in understanding what’s being said on the radio and TV, and in reading my French Bible. I cannot, however, say the same thing about films and newspapers!

· I love being back in the land of basements. Did you know they don’t exist in Britain? Perhaps the ground is too soggy? And because Europeans are suspicious of tumble dryers, the center here uses their basement to provide rooms for line drying our clothes. I don’t think you can buy a house in Britain without a clothes line in the back “garden,” but the wet weather is a constant foe. I wish they could have basements too.

· I love the economy of the schools. Why pay for a consumable workbook for each student when you have a photocopier? Rachel’s teacher even shrinks them down so that they can get 2 – 4 worksheets on one piece of paper! (She has learned to write very small!) Olivia, age 7, has occasional spelling tests with 5 words on a piece of unlined paper that is no bigger than a Post-it note! She also uses a chalkboard slate and manipulatives for math, instead of bringing home piles of worksheets, so I’m really not sure how she’s doing in that subject! We don’t see any hard back textbooks either. The teachers photocopy anything that needs to be read or done at home, and that is glued in their “cahiers,” (“kye-yeah”) which resemble our permanently bound old-fashioned exercise books.

· I’ve had my share of trash stress in Europe, with the emphasis on recycling and bin limitations, and I love the French attitude towards garbage! We are provided with an adequate number of bins, plus separate bins for easy recycling of paper and plastic. To add to our bliss, the trash is picked-up twice a week! I’ve never had it so good… (Can you tell I’m not a packrat?)

Je vous embrasse,
(“I send a French peck on each cheek to all of you”)


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Agoraphobia, acrophobia, claustrophobia, arachnophobia…hmmm…No, can’t find it. I’ll have to make it up. PhoneNumberPhobia. Have you ever been afraid of your own phone number? Yeah, me neither. At least not until now…in French! “Come on”, you say, “it’s just numbers. You learn 0-9 pretty early on in a new language!” Well, that would work if, in France, one just used 0-9 when saying a phone number.

Here’s how it works…

The French phone number is five pairs of digits and one says each pair as it represents one number. Add to that the method of representing the digits 70-99 and it can get pretty squirrelly for a poor foreigner such as I! 70 literally translates as “sixty-ten” and goes on to “sixty-eleven”, etc. 80 translates into “four-twenty” and 90 into “four-twenty-ten” This continues on up to “four-twenty-nineteen” (99) until the sanity resumes at 100, “cent”. Even Belgian French doesn’t put up with this tom-foolery from what I understand! ;c)

So, our phone number is: and one says “zero-four”, “seventy-nine” (excuse me, “sixty-nineteen”), etc. So, knowing your individual numbers is not nearly enough for everyday life here. Angela made a sign on our bulletin board with our number written out in words, and when I listen to a phone message, I have to listen to it about five times to make sure I get the number right!

These sorts of cultural/language challenges permeate our life right now. Even Olivia plays “Tomato-Tomato-Ketchup” instead of “Duck-Duck-Goose” on the playground at school, and translation between French and English is filled with words that are spelled the same but have subtly different, or even completely different meanings. They call these “faux amis”…literally “false friends”…and they can really lead you astray when you’re trying to understand or say something! For an idea of what an English-speaking French student is up against, check out the following compendium of “faux amis” here:

My French professor here, continually tells us to put translating behind us and try and think and speak in French all the time. That certainly works with numbers. In the end, it’s much easier to just associate the French words with 73 or 95 than to repeat the mental gymnastics listed above! And, if we don’t know an exact word, we’re encouraged to “find our way” with the vocabulary we know instead of continually looking up words in the dictionary. Translating back and forth is full of pitfalls and, while it gives us a start and is sometimes necessary, it is also a hindrance to really communicating.

As a fun exercise (which many of you have already done), you can see the pitfalls of “automated translating” by taking a bit of text in English (a poem, a song, etc.) and running it through one of the several internet-based translation pages (e.g. Select to translate it from, say, English into French. Then take the translated text and select to translate it back into English. What comes back can be quite hilarious and maybe even complete nonsense!

You may think I’m leading up to some profound spiritual point from this. Sorry…nothing profound yet. But, for us there is much translating from old to new in our life. We have the new phone number and address, of course. The kids each have a new school (and Noah’s situation has not been very effective for him so he may have another new class in January!). We think we’ve finally found a new church home (in Annecy, a 45 minute picturesque drive). Grocery shopping is a new experience with new store hours (What, it’s not always open?!) and new food choices (365 different cheeses and we can’t find cheddar or mozzarella?!). And finally, if we progress satisfactorily, we will eventually have a new language! The list goes on and on… I think if we can begin to put “translating old to new” behind us and start living more naturally in our new French world, we will be making some positive, stress-reducing steps.

Speaking of stress, right now we’re in the middle of our much-needed Christmas break. Even in this break though, we quickly remember that we’ve not had a Christmas that we’re used to in 3 years. I think that right about now, we’re dreaming of future French Christmas seasons in a house big enough to have a decent Christmas tree and maybe a fireplace (Noah mentions that each time we talk about a house in France!) Our poor little “Charlie Brown Christmas Tree” was pretty cramped in this apartment. ;c)

But, one thing we’ve managed to get done during this break is to finally get some new pictures up on our web site. Check out for the latest stuff (be warned, it’s fairly complete and has a goodly amount of pictures that are more “grandparent-targeted”!)

Until next time, may God truly bless YOU!


P.S. – Several people have e-mailed wanting our address in France. Here it is and here is a tip as well. You can always find ways to contact us (addresses, phone numbers, etc.) on our web site on our Contact Us page:

50 Chemin des Galibouds

73200 Albertville


French Culture Shock – Happy Armistice Day!

– Americans consider holidays from school and work a time to catch up on shopping. The French believe that shopkeepers deserve the day off as well, so nothing is open. Not even a grocery store. It would be a lovely day for a drive into the mountains, or a walk to the medieval fortress nearby, but it is raining. So we sit huddled around the laptop…a perfect day to write our newsletter! We desperately wish we could show you some photos, but we are still waiting for our desktop to be delivered from Scotland. We’re hoping to have it and other missed necessities next weekend.

– Even though today is a school break, Noah is supposed to go to the war memorial in front of his school to sing and quote poems in honor of the dead. However, it is raining. Is it still on? You’ve heard of “Moms In Touch?” (mothers who gather to pray for their school, kids, and teachers) I call us here “Moms Without a Clue.” Because it is such a cultural event, I just sent David and the kids over with the digital camera to check it out, and we got the time wrong and just missed the performance. But there was a good turnout with champagne, wine, and snacks for the kids afterwards under a canopy!

– School fundraising is as necessary here as in the States, but we were a little surprised when Olivia brought home 6 “scratch and win” lotto tickets for us to buy. Have they stooped this low in the States? I claimed unemployment, and sent them back unscratched, hoping the teacher wouldn’t hold it against me or Olivia.

– I have not seen the inside of Rachel’s Jr. high, nor met a single teacher. I guess we missed Back To School night, arriving late. Like all kids, she has great days and tough days, and we enjoy long talks together about all she is learning. We were hoping she would continue her violin studies, but this town is small and the demand is high, so there is not a single opening available. She has written an essay about her first month here, and you can read it on her web page:

– I spend hours translating letters and notices sent home from school…such a good source of new vocabulary! Did you know that “étiquette” means “label,” and not good manners? Yikes! Noah copies long French poems that the teachers would like him to try and memorize. Between his inaccurate copying skills, in-progress French handwriting, and the complex imagery of poetry, I have a hard time getting the gist, let alone explaining it to him!

– As I write, David is defrosting frog legs for lunch. (We notice that they came from Indonesia.) One entire shelf of my fridge is filled with multiple cream and yogurt-type products, our new milk-replacement diet. You see, a half-gallon of milk costs over 2 dollars, and skim milk doesn’t even exist. Most French use cheaper UHT, boxed milk, but our tastes buds can’t tolerate it, so we use it for cooking. The children have happily adopted the French breakfast tradition of a big bowl (not a mug) of hot chocolate to start the day. But before you become alarmed, let me tell you that this chocolate mix has some secret ingredients: malted wheat, barley, bananas and honey. And according to the box, if you add a glass of juice and a piece of buttered French bread, you have a very healthy breakfast! We add a fried egg for good measure, and Olivia complains that she is too full most mornings!

– We’ve had a couple of culture shockers at the local shopping center. They are like a Super Wal-Mart with a long indoor corridor along the front, lined with additional boutiques, restaurants, dry-cleaners, shoe repair, etc. So we’re in the middle of this modern facility, and decide to go to the bathroom. What a surprise to discover they were nothing more than ceramic holes in the floor that you squat over (we were ready for these in older, smaller establishments, and in older highway rest areas.) The other moment was probably our most amusing/humiliating public linguistic experience to date. We were just walking in when a saleslady approached us and greeted us with a question. We understood her and simply responded “Oui”. With only that response to go on, she suddenly got this troubled look on her face and asked if we were foreigners. Another “Oui” from us. She then apologized for bothering us. This was all in French. Then to add icing to the cake, she said “Sorry”, in English, and sent us on our way. Kind of disheartening!

– We had the rare privilege of attending a worship event on the Mediterranean coast with our favorite Canadian worship leader, Brian Doerksen, who was touring Europe to encourage native worship leaders to write their own songs, and not just translate English ones. I’m sure he would draw at least a thousand people in the States. Here, he was in a small church wedged in an industrial zone and attendance was probably 200 maximum. But it was powerful, and so wonderful to worship in an intimate setting and feel God’s presence so strongly. I took the kids to a pool during the afternoon while David attended song-writing workshop. For some reason, the French consider swim trunks unsanitary, and demand that all men and boys wear the Speedo bikinis. (David has declared his swimming days officially over.) A sweet French girl named Deborah took a liking to Olivia, and she hung around with us for the entire visit, chatting away and using me as a translator for Olivia. I decided right then that my real conversational comfort zone is at an 8 yr. old level!

– Halloween was imported here about 4 years ago, and they are still educating the public about its origins and how to celebrate like the Americans. One store flyer read that after trick or treating, the children gather to sing and dance into the evening! The Korean student family here cannot fathom why people would want to decorate their yards with big orange gourds! On Halloween night, we didn’t expect any visitors because you have to get buzzed in to enter our building, and I didn’t think any of the other families were celebrating either, so they wouldn’t be letting anyone in. Well, someone knocked on the door, and I opened it to find 2 kids that were well-disguised, and one said, “Trick or Treat.” Since they spoke in English, I thought they were student’s kids, perhaps from one of the families that lived off-campus. I had nothing to give them, and kept asking them to tell me who they were, and how they got in, but they just stood there mute. The eyes peering through the white sheet seemed to get a little wider as I kept I kept demanding more information. So I finally just shut the door on them, realizing too late that they probably were French, and didn’t understand a word I said! Everyone told them that this was an American holiday, so why wasn’t this American cooperating?

Until next month!



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