by Elizabeth Boquet
I’m thinking of giving up. It would be a kindness to myself; I’ve been trying to master French for 40 years now. But how do you give up a foreign language when you live in one of its foreign lands, like Lausanne, Switzerland? And your family, friends and neighbors speak that way to you ̶ not to mention your dentist, plumber, mechanic, mailman, kids’ teachers …? Maybe I could go on strike for a day: just stay home and Skype English-speaking friends, read untranslatable poetry, binge-watch American series and take a stand with those telemarketers. I’m sorry? What’s that? I. Cannot. Un-der-stand. Yooo-uuu!
by Matt Colville
twenties, I travelled some. A couple of summer stints working on Hamilton
Island in Australia. Two surf trips to Indonesia. A month in the USA. Two
extended trips chasing girls around the European Union.
always wanted to live in Europe. And despite the joy of my partner getting
pregnant three years ago, it triggered a small nervous breakdown, as I thought
my dream was fading.
months of searching, my wife − who has taught in Europe before − gained a job
in a small international school, in a tiny village in southern Germany. We
swapped roles, and now I’m at home with our son. And by and large, it is great.
But there have been many challenges along the way.