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Suzanne White

Author • Adventuress • Astrologer

Life on the Run

VOYAGE INTERRUPTED

by Suzanne White - on Wednesday, May 01, 2019
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Voyage Interrupted 1 May 2019 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jhnyiagnQE

So yesterday (Apr 30) I turned in my rental car at 11am at Hertz and was about to leave for the airport to get my AF flight 083 at 15h20 to fly to Paris. In Paris airport, I had already reserved a car from Europcar to drive south to see friends and enjoy France in the Springtime and be home by May 6. On May 13 there was an important meeting for me to sign papers because the real estate agent had sold my house in Aups. I was happy because that house needs a new owner and I can use the cash. I can't live there anymore because of too many staircases and my weak legs. That's why I left that house and moved to Draguignan where I have a lovely place all on one floor.

At noon, I was about to get into Dottie's car to go to the bus for the airport and I get a text message from the agent woman in Aups saying: "The buyer of your house has taken ill and they will not be able to buy your house. Sorry. Cordially, Liliane." OMG! I was going home to sell my house. Then I was planning to come back here to Mill Valley for the summer house swap. Because I was selling my house and would have some new money coming in, I could afford to get back on a plane in June and come back here till middle of August for our swap. That solution was very pricey. It's high season. Steerage on a plane SFO to Paris and back at that time of year (if you're lucky) is over $2000. So I sat me down and decided I had best just stay right here.

Now the people whose house I have been babysitting all winter are at their second house in Palm Springs. But on May 8 they come back here. So, one way or the other, I have to get out of this house. I call to tell Christina that the Aups house didn't sell so I won't be leaving here and must find a solution for the one month that I won't be in their Mill Valley house. "You can come here." she said. "We have a separate guest quarters with your own bath and a pool etc."This sounded tempting. Then I called my friend Jerry Littlefield who lives in Alexandria Virginia. He lives alone in a big house. "Of course." he said. "Come here. I will pick you up at the airport."

Now I have some choices to make. First I must return to Hertz and get my car back. I hurried there (Dottie drove me) but my car had already been rented by some other lucky person (Kia Soul - great car!) so they gave me a Toyota Corolla that I hate. In those big American type cars you sort of lie down to drive. You are at the eye level of the wheels of the big trucks as they whiz you by. I am convinced they cannot see me huddled down below in my giant Gray Corolla. I will change it today.

Meanwhile at the Hertz office there is a nice young man sitting waiting as I was. He struck up a conversation. I told him my tale of woe. He asked where I lived in France. I said Provence. He said "I know that area a little bit. I stayed in a house in a village called Carcès a couple of times. "What?" I said. "You know Carcès? It's very close to me. I have some close friends who have a house there. Nice village."

He then asked, "What is the name of your friends?" I said "Betsy and Ken Kobre." He kind of gaped at me and said, "I stayed in their house." I was gobsmacked. Really? Did you rent it? "No." he said. "Do you know the Kobre's friends John and Annette who live in Mill Valley?" I answered. "Of course. I even swapped houses with them once." He then said, "I am married to Annette's daughter Nicole." OMG!!! I thought. Can it be true? I meet Annette's son in law in the Hertz office? Then he asked me where my house that didn't sell is located. I told him. He said, "It's our dream to buy a house down there."

I said, "I'll send you some photos and I will."

By 3 pm, car done, I have to postpone my AF flight. I call AF. Get someone named Susan. Close enough. She liked me instantly and by the end I loved her forever. Somehow (I had already checked in online) she got me out of the first reservation and moved me to August 10. when I would have left here with the expensive 2nd ticket. With Susan at the computer on her end for about 25 minutes, I end up only having to pay 150 euros and some pennies to move my flight to August 10. Susan is a genius Aries/Goat. I sent her an e-book of The New Astrology and a copy of the Pig Year Horoscopes to thank her.

Now I have to cancel my car rental in Paris. I call a certain UK number, get another really nice (British) woman who (even though I shd have already been there) cancels my rental car reservation and refunds my money. I wanted to send her a book but it's not allowed.

Now I have to tell my friends outside of Paris that I will not be coming. I know Michèle. She will have planned a gala dinner etc. But I cannot get through to them. Skype or plain long distance from my landline. I finally remember their cell # and leave a long apologetic message. (just got a message now. "Raincheck. No worries.")

Now I have to decide expensive (tickets are $7-800.00) Washington DC or Palm Springs by car with my own little guest house and a pool. And my old friend Barbara D Campbell who always begs me to come there just called to tell me to come. She will show me around.

I am soooo lucky to have all my 4500 friends both here on Facebook and in real life. If I didn't have you all, I could not continue to live my fascinating life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jhnyiagnQE

 

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About Suzanne White

Suzanne White is the High Priestess of Chinese and Western Astrology. She's American and has lived in France for 50 years. She spends some months in America every year on house swaps. Suzanne says: One day I'm a rip-roaring Yankee and the next day I'm an dainty, elegant Parisienne My totally bi-lingual life is a kind of "managed schizophrenia". It's fun. I live for fun. I will probably die of it too.