You’d think that I’d be kidding if I posted a picture like this..
…and said that this is where I now live.
But I’m not.
Kidding, that is.
You’re looking at our new diggs.
It’s an 18th century chateau, named Chateau du Rouveroy.
But you have to say it all French-like, and start the “Rou” part down in your throat, and give it a “rwah” sort of sound at the end. I still can’t say it right.
We only occupy the right half of the 3rd and 4th floors. You would think that it would make for a tiny apartment. But the inside of our place is very spacious and open.
My friend, Kara, thinks that we should have the theme song from Downton Abbey played when we enter the gates. I told her that her idea was entirely appropriate and that she should make arrangements for this.
Around the chateau property is a moat (again, not kidding).
You can see the ice and snow from last night. Apparently when it gets good and solid, the families who live here play ice hockey on it. I haven’t heard any rumors of alligators in the moat, so I think we’d be good to play on it.
There are so many cool things about this place, and I’m blown away by the Lord’s provision. When I prayed for our new home, I asked if we could live in the country in a carriage house on an estate of sorts (I had heard that sometimes American military families did that if/when those were available). I know…it was a long-shot and a bit ridiculous to pray for something like that, but I wanted to be out of the city and suburbs, and in the country so that our kids could run and play. And I was hoping that we could have an “old” European experience on this assignment.
Not only did He provide this house to live in, but He provided community. Which is huge here (to have instant community, that is…I’ve heard that it can get lonely). There are six American families (including us) who live in the chateau and surrounding out-buildings on the property. The landlord and his wife also live in the big-house. So it’s like a commune. And all the families seem to be really wonderful, and they all have kids who love to run and play outside.
The property is gated (and moat-ed), so the kids can play in safety. And the property is immense, so there’s tons of room to explore. There are farm animals…chickens, donkeys and sheep. One of the sheep is pregnant with twins and due any day. Apparently when animals are born around here, all the kids get to watch the birth. I hope I’m there, too.
The landlord and his wife are wonderful and so helpful. They speak excellent English and love to be social. I’ve hear rumors that Catherine (the landlord’s wife) likes to grow organic gardens in the summer and will help me grown one too, if I’m so inclined.
Which I am.
This is the church across the street.
And I took this picture a few days ago from my bedroom window on a rare sunny day.
(That van in the church parking lot was one of my movers, waiting for the big truck to bring me my first shipment of stuff. Hi, mover! Thanks for my stuff!)
I took this one from my bedroom window, too, but looking off to the left.
The moat flows into that bigger pond, and across the pond is one of the out-buildings I was talking about earlier where one of the American families live.
And over to the left of this pond is what’s called The Magic Tree.
And it truly is magic.
But that’s a post all it’s own…in the spring…when it’s greener.
We are so thankful for our little corner of this big ol’ place, and can’t wait to start making memories.
My camera is gonna be happy.