Learning to speak French came very easily to me. As though it was a natural progression in my life. It’s been 10 years since my last classroom lesson of Francais yet there are times I still find a comfort and ease in speaking this beautiful language.
The poetry of this Latin based language ignites a firestorm of need within me. A desire to travel somewhere I’ve never been. As though there’s something deeply rooted in my psyche, spirit, essence; whatever noun offends you less.
While there’s been this deep-rooted French connection it was only recently that I began infusing this love of France into my creative writing. Oddly enough, it was during my visit to Ireland in 2004 that I started thinking how much I wanted to travel to France next.
I tried to learn Irish Gaelic. Didn’t go very well. The failing experience was a major blow to my ego. I’m proud to say that I do quite well learning languages. At least I did learning basic Latin and then French. With my “wide array of expertise” I erroneously assumed I could master any language with as much ease as I did French.
So I decided that my next big trip would be to the glorious land of beautiful gardens, pastries and historic chateaus. When I’ll get there I’m not sure, but until I do the settings of my creative work will remain strongly French infused.
Kelly Deeny 
Moi aussi, j’aime France and les Français! L’année derriere nous avons été en France pour deux semaines. Provence est tellement belle. J’y vous recommende. Je dois retourner!