Who would have thought. The goddam ‘Kat’ came back.
It’s been a bloody long while, so I thought I might re-introduce myself.
I am Kat and I live in a region in Southern France called the ‘Minervois’. I’ve been here for nearly 20 years, yet still feel like the ‘foreign’ Australian marvelling at the exotic sights, sounds, smells and tastes of this part of Europe. Which is just as well, because with family and friends so damn far away, there’d better be something in it to keep me here!! The exoticism… and the Vigneron. He’s called Benjamin and he’s French. He’s the reason why I am here and the biggest reason why I stay here. Together we have a child, a lovely 13-year-old called Lilas (which in French means ‘lilac’).
Why did I start a blog? To keep me sane! Living in a foreign world with foreign ways and customs can be so exciting, so frustrating. And so wonderful. I wanted to record it all down and the more I shared, the more I realised I loved living here and noting down my days and collecting images of it all was a fun way to keep the diary going that I never wrote.
Then it all came to a screeching halt. Why it came to a screeching halt was not just one, but a few major events that took my mind off me, then back to me… events that came crashing, unwelcomed, into my family’s life.
But I’m still here! And in this time I’ve never stopped watching and observing – even if at one point, watching like a stray cat after a fight with only the one eye open.
It’s been a way of distracting myself, to watch and admire the beauty and ‘Frenchness’ around me and snap images to hold it all for longer. I didn’t continue with my diary/ blog, but I became obsessed (call it OCD) with recording visually the places and people around me and posting on Instagram (they are to be found here). It’s the same kind of behaviour, you could say, as when I first arrived in France; in not being able to communicate with French people, I was forced to step back and observe. It was forever tiring and challenging, but in watching and listening, I was taking in the extras that surrounded conversations. Now, 20 years later, I understand much more of the conversations around me, but my eye has sharpened and I love the extras that surround everything. Recording all of it has been my way of healing.
So here you find me many years later, back clunking around on the keyboard, sharing scenes and recipes and wines from the Minervois.
Thanks for your visit!