Playing House in Provence is my fifth book. It had been gestating for years while I was writing Traveling While Married, to which it is a sequel. (Why, I wonder, do we liken writing a book to gestating a baby?) Because giving birth feels giving birth to a book. A very big book. A long labor of love.

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Playing House in Provence

I don’t know about you, but no matter where we’re traveling, especially if we’re having a wonderful time, we invariably stop at the local realtor’s office to peer at the listings and indulge in a one month rental fantasy. We choose the house we like best, convert the price from euros to dollars, and then fly home and forget entirely about our dream until our next one week vacation.

My husband, Larry, and I don’t want to tour a foreign country, we want to become part of it. We want to pierce the tourist veil, get as close to the essence of the culture as we can. No more observing from the outside, our noses pressed to the glass. We yearn for someone to open the door and invite us to step right in and make ourselves at home. To accomplish this would take time, more than the week we usually allot for a vacation.

It took decades before we put our fantasy to the test of reality. By then both of us were in our low 60’s, right on the cusp of being late middle-aged and young-old. But since 60 had just become the new 50, perhaps we were merely late middle-aged. We had raised our children. We had solidified our careers. We had saved enough money so that we could travel. We were still in pretty good shape, probably because we enjoy physical activity. We swim. We ride bikes. We hike. We have arthritis. We pump up the volume on the TV. We are beginning to hear from our rotator cuffs. Couldn’t we have at least one last great adventure before all we can do is try to balance on our walkers on the decks of cruise ships?

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Praise for Playing House in Provence:

Funnier, smarter, and more wickedly honest than any memoir about Provence.

~ Sybil Steinberg Contributing Editor, Publishers Weekly