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Flanigan’s EcoLogic: Finding Jean-Luc in France
Finished with my graduate studies, I packed my backpack and guitar and headed to Europe. For four months in 1982, I traveled, marveled, made friends, played music, drank, sang, ate… and much more. Today is great, but that was the time of my life!
Crossing the English Channel from Dover to Calais I met Jean-Luc. My age, traveling alone, we bonded over high seas, liquor, and my limited French. We split in Paris but agreed to meet a few weeks later in his home town of Bellentre… high in the French Alps. We became good buds. I witnessed and admired his rural, Alpine lifestyle. His father was a vacher, a cowman who took his herd high into Alps in summer for the sweet grasses that make the region’s delicious cheeses.
Ten years later, when I was invited to speak at the French Energy Management Agency in Antibes, France, I visited Jean-Luc again. By then he was married and Nathalie spoke English well, which was great. They were running a restaurant in a ski town nestled on the mountainside. I helped prepare for the season, planting flowers and staining the floor.
This summer I wanted to find Jean-Luc. We’d been out of touch for 26 years. I searched for my black address book and came up dry. Those are a thing of the past! I couldn’t locate him on the internet either. So, when planning our July 2018 European adventure, Terry and I decided to visit Bellentre… to knock on doors if need be, and to see if we could find Jean-Luc
Stick shift, five on the floor, sporty Peugeot compact… today we were off on a mission! We drove hours into the mountains, from Annecy past Albertville to Bellentre… a tiny commune on a hillside near the Swiss border, an idyllic setting. I remembered a boulangerie and tabac in Bellentre. That’s where we would begin the search. Certainly someone would know Jean-Luc and his family.
But both stores were shut down. The sleepy town had gotten sleepier. So I got bold and began approaching people on the street, then knocking on doors. Lots of them. An old Frenchman saw no humor in my quest, but another lady wanted to help and took us to her parent’s home. She had a feeling they might know. Yes, they did know the Villien family. In fact, they’d bought their home from Jean-Luc’s parents. I’d been in that home. They knew that Jean-Luc had moved away, but they told us that his brother still lives in town.
Up the hill we went to the brother’s house, where the only life was a semi-threatening German Shepard untied in the yard. I befriended the dog just enough to cross the yard and knock. Work boots at the front door were encouraging, but all quiet. So we began knocking on his neighbors’ doors. One neighbor thought she knew Jean-Luc’s wife Nathalie. He thought that she works at Les Cloches… a ski area across the valley and even higher above the valley floor.
Back in our sporty car, we bombed up there, through switchbacks, enthralled by spectacular views. The ski town was dead; only a handful of summer workers tackling off-season construction projects. There was an open bar and the owner said that yes, he knew Nathalie! She worked at a restaurant chalet even higher on the mountain. So we wound through another dozen switchbacks, across ski slope’s green grasses with grazing brown cows with classic cowbells clanking. Then we found it, a small restaurant with the world’s very best view of Mt Blanc.
In we went and an attractive woman welcomed us. Yes, her name was Nathalie… Yes, Nathalie Villien. We couldn’t believe it. We found her! “Do you remember me?” I fumbled in French. And then, after a perplexed moment, she realized that I was looking for “the other Nathalie!” With the same name in a small valley, they’d been through this before. She knew the Nathalie and Jean-Luc Villien that we were looking for. They’ve moved away. She went online and came back with their current address and phone number. “This is who you are looking for!” We sat, ate salad, and marveled at it all.
We’d been hunting for hours. I tried calling “the right Nathalie” to no avail. One more chance we thought. So, we headed another 120 kilometers directly to their home, stopping only to swim in the refreshing glacial waters of Lake Annecy. Then we drove directly to the address we’d been given. At 5:30 that evening, the right Nathalie opened her door. She remembered me. Boy was she shocked. She called Jean-Luc and told him to get home ASAP. She had a surprise for him!
Jean-Luc bounded up the steps and we hugged. In fact, I kissed him Euro-style! Success. The same bond we had then was instantly rekindled. We beamed with smiles, reconnected as two families, and ate and drank the night away. Nathalie pulled out old photo albums with pictures of me. What a feeling to find a long-lost friend. It wasn’t at all weird… No, it was great! It became so clear why we made the effort. Now our families are planning next summer’s travels together. Finding Jean-Luc and Nathalie was a major highlight of our trip.