What will it look like?
Will I stand out like a sore thumb, city wear amongst hippies?
Can I remember enough French to sustain me?
Are there animals on the property?
What kind of work will I be doing?
Can I afford it?
Will I make new lifelong friends?
Many of these go on in form of open ended questions. I throw them to the wind and I wait until something, anything, comes back.
So while nothing is set in stone a few things I know are there will be good wine, good food, beautiful gardens and new experiences and hopefully a trip to the French Alps even!