When I first started this blog, my goal was to share all the quirky moments and silly snapshots of life that come with moving abroad. And believe me, we’ve had more than our fair share of extraordinarily embarrassing and wonderfully charming experiences. But during that first year, I began to notice something else. A lot of the practical information I was looking for as a traveler wasn’t easy to find. As we ventured out on our own, armed mostly with hope and a vague sense of direction, I felt compelled to pay it forward. I wanted to share what I had learned, to fill the pages of my blog with useful travel tips, mixed with personal insights. My hope was that someone planning their own adventure might stumble upon my blog and feel a little more confident navigating the unfamiliar beauty of the South of France than we did in those early days.

Still, whenever I closed my MacBook and looked around at my bookshelves, I saw them lined with stories of expats who had taken the leap and started new lives abroad. I probably read ten of those genre of books a year. And I reminded myself, this blog was never meant to be a travel brochure for Provence. This blog was always meant to offer glimpses into our life here. I wanted to help readers find a bit of escapism, whether from the pressure of daily life, work, or family demands. There’s nothing quite like a good success story sprinkled with a few funny misadventures to make people smile.

So, I’ve decided to start a side project. Postcards from Provence is a love letter to my time spent abroad, a collection of cultural missteps, quiet observations, and captured moments that reflect the real rhythm of life here.