Paris, Nice and beyond, Prologue

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I was 34 years old, running my own business in Finland. A racing stable, for almost 8 long years. I had planned to quit everything and move abroad, once again and was growing more and more restless as time went by. In the end of 2011, November, my relationship was a wreck, economical recession had (and still has) a strong hold of Finnish economy so when I got a call and was given a chance to work in France, a final decision was quickly made!

So, off I went. Me, a smalltown girl, who never had even thaught of moving to France of all the places, who spoke about 4 words of French and had one or two prejudices of the French. ...so how about that!

My employer was a Swedish fella, a real piece of work as I would later find out. Ecurie I started working at, was in a tiny little village called Chamant, only a few miles from airport Charles De Gaulle.

Everything sounded great. I would be working with 3-4other people (scandinavian and french), take care of 5-6horses, would be living in a nice, fresh newly renovated apartment with all the bells and whistles, and tv, satellite and internet connection, have at least every other weekend off and earn a good money! Well, NOTE TO SELF! If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is!

In later blogs, I will reveal the high(?)lights of my winter in Paris, so stay tuned! Hope you'll enjoy reading!

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