While Most Places Businesses in France are the Best and Most Beautiful Places in the World, There are Other Places Businesses Worthy of Note

A Refusal To Surrender

I sit in small park that contains remnants of the old Chateau de Roissey-en-France in contemplative mood. I await my flight out of CDG, heading back to what is regretfully becoming my second home in America. The arch, all that is left of grand castle that once rose proudly out of ombre du Paris, carries with it in its own shadow memories of even older secret societies. Societies of which I, Pierre, once belonged.

Thinking of them conjures images of strange and enticing rituals, the strange smell of exotic incense burning as we clothe ourselves in animal skins. We emerge from behind luxurious curtains of bright colored silks, raising chalices of intoxicating liquids and howl towards moon like beasts.

Another, more pedestrian howl, one of airplane coming in for landing, breaks me from this reminiscence and reminds me of how ordinary life has become. Much has changed in the decades since, and now I find myself having to deal with loudmouthed boors from across the sea far too regularly. Even now they call for my help in solving simple problem of pest eating wood in wall of one of my many stateside holdings. They have tried everything, they say, for months, they say.

One of many things the baboonish people of the Americas have been wrong about for decades was the character of the Frenchman; they call us, the ‘cheese eating surrender monkeys’. In reality, the Frenchman has a soul of deep, burning desire for violence against his enemies, with an equal burning desire for love towards his friends, lovers, and preferred local fromagiers. 

A powerful and invigorating battle is something every Frenchman secretly desires, and I have set my mind to making economic war against such arrogance as displayed by the Americans. First, I must rid my establishment’s walls of this crawling menace. In this, I refuse to surrender one more bite of sawdust to these red headed abominations!

For this task, I turned to Google to search for local pest control companies that had names as powerful as my visions of conquest in this land of paupers; it lead me to Grand Oaks Termite Control. The word ‘grand’ would have to do. As I entered the airport, I directed my secretary in the states to set up the appointment, as I planned to get uproariously drunk before boarding my plane and would have no time.

By the time I stepped off my second plane (I was kicked off the first), the appointment for inspections had already been made and carried out. A full invasion had been carried out by the little monsters, and we would need to burn and salt the earth to ensure their defeat. The Americans assured me that burning down the property was not actually necessary, but I will believe them when they have finished tenting the building and I personally inspect every wall.

If, like myself, you find yourself in need of full defense against the American termite menace and are looking for a termite treatment in La Verne, give Grand Oaks Termite Control a call. They appear to know what they’re doing, which is more than can be said of my staff:

Grand Oaks Termite Control

(626) 538-4156

110 S Worthy Dr, Glendora, CA 91741

Offensive Assault of Modern Office Furnishings

This is Pierre, reporting from personal yacht in Mediterranean Sea, absorbing power from ancient waters to cleanse myself from the toxic energies shot at me while taking most recent tour of business partner’s establishment.

I come here every so often when heaviness of modern life becomes too much of burden for my soul, when my great bulging shoulders sag under weight of drudgery. The sparkling turquoise of the sea and shimmering waves of heat emanating off brilliant white sand fills up the crevices of my soul! While on beach, the wind sometimes carries with it whispers of ancient secrets long forgotten…

Where did these toxic energies come from, you may ask? Well, let Pierre tell you. Ugly, terribly mismanaged office space filled to brim with the most inhuman, least aesthetic furniture and décor you can imagine! It was like they placed each cold metallic chair, each schoolmarm-designed desk in places to spite me, to spit on my face!

It was like Pierre was being bombarded on all sides with a nefarious cosmic energy, mocked by laughing daemon with flames for eyes! Within minutes I knew I must escape this place, less the daemon entrap my mind and meld it into something common, and boring! I fled, letting them know that our business dealings were over.

In short, I was mad! So angry! How can you treat me, Pierre, like that, insulting my aesthetic mind with such a bleak reminder of the grinding toil that takes place in your workspace? More importantly, how could you treat employee like they were irksome beast of burden, giving them furniture not fit for most obstinate donkey?

It is here that I will give this business, and any business like it, opportunity to correct its heinous transgressions and once again strive towards greatness. The first step is to buy better office pieces, so employee no longer feels like office space drone, but valued individual.

I recommend these offices look into such place as Creative Office Design, with its vast array of pleasing furniture. It even has options for cost-minded business owners, with such offerings as used cubicles and cubicle furniture for Los Angeles-based businesses. Minimalist designs with ample room given for real people to sit and pour mental energy into their work, Creative Office Design’s furniture sets are made to ensure that your employees are not just comfortable, but also have the greatest chance for success.

No longer will those like myself who strive for something big – something great! – deign to walk in to office that looks like it was designed by blind goat. We need place of power, to rejuvenate our souls and help lead us and our employees towards the path of success, honor and virtue! Pierre’s employees will not have to sit miserably in uncomfortable and middling modern office environment, their place of work will be imbued with the same resonance that comes from the waves that he now sits!

If you are interested in creating such a place, make sure to give Creative Office Design’s catalogue a look:

Creative Office Design


5230 Pacific Concourse Drive, Suite 105, Los Angeles, CA 90045

Pastries For a Broken Heart

Ten years ago, I fell in love with the love of my life. We built a beautiful life together for which I am grateful. However, that chapter has come to an end.

We are no longer married, and I am no longer living in France. I find myself wondering if I’d ever be able to live there again. I don’t know if I will be able to walk through the streets without thinking of her and the devastating divorce we went through. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to our favorite patisserie without reminiscing about all the beautiful moments we will no longer share together.

My heart is completely shattered and I am unable to find peace with the past or contemplate certainty about the future. All I know is that I still love her and that I miss waking up with her in beautiful Bordeaux. I have left behind everything I loved in France, from people to pastries. My favorite pastry is the paris-brest. It is a decadent cream sandwiched in a perfectly light and delicate pastry. If I was still living in France I would probably be eating one of these per day as comfort.

Unfortunately, staying put didn’t seem like the easiest option. I lost my home in the divorce. Although I could have looked for a new house there, I moved to the U.S. to leave my comfort zone instead of retreating into sorrow. New beginnings are usually pretty exciting, but not after something you cherished and committed to for a decade falls apart. Even though it was my choice to leave France and move here, I feel like I lost my entire life as a result of this divorce. I am rebuilding my life and rediscovering my purpose, all from scratch. 

When I told her that I didn’t want either of us to be angry, she apparently took that as a challenge to see who would the winner-takes-all. I hoped, nearly begged, for amicable separation and what I got in return was what felt like vengeance against the fact that we found ourselves in a partnership that was simply not meant to last. I had come to terms with the fact that our incompatibility wasn’t the fault of either one of us, but she seemed to think that the failure of our marriage was my fault. After a seemingly endless amount of back-and-forth, I realized that prolonging the process was only going to hurt me even more. So I let her win. I didn’t want to win any argument, and I didn’t want to keep anything she felt entitled to. 

It wasn’t until I moved here that I learned about divorce mediation. If we had chosen that option instead, everything would have been less painful to endure, and we might have avoided the escalating arguments during the proceedings. If I ever get married again, and God forbid, end up in another divorce, I will certainly choose the route of hiring a divorce mediator.

As I’ve been grieving my marriage which has ended, I have come across an established mediator. I am including their information below for anyone who wishes to explore this option. McNamee Mediations would be my first call.

McNamee Mediations
4590 MacArthur Blvd Suite 500, Newport Beach, CA 92660, USA

A Brief Hiccup

A Brief Hiccup

You should know that I can’t stay in one place very long. A wandering French soul can simply not be tied down to any one place. Can you guess where I went this time? Yup, you probably got it: the United States. Don’t get me wrong, France is my home. French architecture, food, and the people are perfect. But, the United States has such a variety of life that I can’t help but visit back again. There’s always something new to try or taste. 

The plan was to arrive in New York and stay there for a few days. Then, I wanted to go on a bit of a Midwestern stretch and bounce between a few states of Middle America. While France is perhaps the most popular for its cities and people (Paris, anyone?), the plains of the United States are such a stark contrast from what I’m used to. The sky is so open. You feel like you could be swallowed whole by the blue.

But as I said, this story starts in New York. I wish this article could be about one of my more fun adventures, but I just have to tell you what happened. I got caught up by security at an airport. Sound familiar? Sound like the issue I had in SoCal? Yeah.

A particularly meticulous airport agent noticed that there was a spelling error on my paperwork and wouldn’t let me go through. The spelling error gave the airport security a red flag, and I was forced to miss my flight. They sent me to a plain, gray room where I was “interrogated” about my reason to be in the United States and why my name was spelled differently on two different documents. The explanation of human error didn’t seem to be good enough for them.

But, I remembered the time I was taken in by the police after Disneyland. At the time, it took a bit of searching, but I managed to find someone. There was an excellent immigration lawyer in Orange County, and it’s a good thing I saved their phone number. I immediately called K. Nair Law Group and explained who I was. They were sympathetic and gathered my information quickly. 

It took a little back and forth between Ms. Nair and the security chief, but before I knew it, I was set free and compensated for my missed flight. Thank goodness! I hopped on my new flight immediately. I intended to visit South Dakota after some lovely people in Montana recommended the Badlands to me. The striped canyons were so beautiful. And huge. It reminded me of how small I am in the world. It can be easy to forget.

This was a trip that I’m sure I’ll never forget. I can never thank K. Nair Law Group for being so kind and fast. Because they handled the issue so well, what was originally a big ordeal turned into just a little blip on the timeline of my trip. Now, whenever I have friends who visit the United States, especially Southern California, I give them Kiran Nair’s phone number. It feels reassuring to have someone’s phone number in your back pocket. Especially one who cares.

K Nair Law Group, P.C.

31897 Del Obispo St Suite 225, San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675

(949) 493-4150

If I Must Build In Newport

If I Must Build In Newport

(Note, I’m trying a fancy new style of a meta third person writing, so please bear with me, now on with the post). Jean-Luke, a semi-famous travel blogger, gazed out the window of his Newport Beach hotel. He had just arrived only an hour prior. After one delayed flight, a few over-enthusiastic flight attendants, and a cab driver who had no business having a license, he had gotten to his final destination.

He couldn’t help but think, it was a little ironic that he had settled on writing about travel as his career, when really the only place he wanted to be was home. Home for Jean Luke was in Southern France. All of this made him uniquely qualified for his position in a way. His fans loved his critical articles on the different places he visited.

Currently, he was writing an article on a popular custom home builder in Newport Beach. He was prepared to be unimpressed and write all about it after his meeting with the owner, Jimmy, tomorrow. What an American name Jimmy was, Jean-Luke thought. 

The next morning, he arose, had his coffee and called an Uber. 15 minutes later he was arriving at a custom home built by Jimmy and his team. As he pulled up, he felt something he had never felt before in his heart. It was a positive, warm, feeling he couldn’t quite place. He also noticed the beautiful, double-wide doors. How very French of them, Jean-Luke thought. 

Standing outside the property was a young gentleman wearing work clothes. “Excuse me sir, I am looking for your boss, Jimmy, is he around?” 

“Hmm, I think he might be inside,” the stranger said, with a little twinkle in his eye, as if something he had said was funny. 

Jean-Luke shrugged it off. As they walked inside his breath caught. This was one of the most beautiful houses he had every seen. Not to over the top like a lot of things in America. He walked around with the stranger he had encountered for what felt like hours just admiring the house. The man made a couple attempts at small talk, which Jean Luke coolly shrugged off. He had no intentions of speaking with a nobody today. 

Finally, Jean-Luke broke the silence, “Well your boss is an hour late, so I suppose I’ll be going.” The man shrugged his shoulders and lead Jean-Luke to the door where his Uber was waiting outside. 

“Have a great day sir,” the strange man said to Jean-Luke through the window. “I hope you got enough material for that travel blog of yours,” the man winked. It suddenly dawned on Jean-Luke that must have been Jimmy himself. How else would he have known about the travel blog? The smug writer chuckled to himself on the way back to his hotel. He pulled out his laptop and began to write. 

While nothing can quite compare to the gorgeous architecture in South France, Jimmy and his team take a strong second place. The best way to describe their homes is “high quality”. If you are considering relocating to the Newport Beach area, I would highly recommend Sailhouse for your home needs.

If you’d like to get in contact with Sailhouse you can find them here:

Sailhouse Custom Homes

170 Newport Center Dr Suite 220, Newport Beach, CA 92660

(949) 281-6044

The Landscaping Challenge

The Landscaping Challenge

I’ll be honest; I’m a jack of many trades. However, in my opinion, only a few trades make life worth living.

What trades am I referring to? Writing and french-style landscaping…emphasis on the french-style landscaping.

Now I know what you’re thinking: Pierre, you’re French. Of course the French thing is gonna be your favorite thing. Now to some extent, you’re not wrong. I take great pride in my country, and I can’t help but reflect that in my work. But it’s not often I am hired to channel my love for France into my work…that is, until this past month.

One of my past clients referred a lovely French couple to me, and they gave me the task of my dreams: to design a “French-style vineyard” on their three-acre property. They might as well have said, “Pierre you’ve won the lottery. And 12 million croissants.”

But all jokes aside, this was one of the most incredible projects I’ve ever worked on. They specifically asked for their vineyard to be specialized for Bordeaux wine production, which gave me plenty to work with. Since Bordeaux is typically made with a mixture of several different grapes, I had to place the vines to maximize efficiency while not risking cross-breeding of the grapes. As this couple had a delightful attitude towards their budget (they didn’t have one), I gave them only the best of the best.

Let me paint you a mental picture so we can look at my “canvas” together. The vineyard is about a two minute walk from their villa, via two winding roads lined with Italian cypress trees. The end of the road meets the front of the guest house, where you might imagine the groundskeeper would live (but of course, the whole interior has been remodeled with such tasteful luxury I wouldn’t enter with my shoes on). Beside the house is an arbor, the kind you’d expect to shade a wedding reception. I got the inspiration for this from this site: https://www.tplandscape.com.

This is where I take out my “oils and paints,” so to speak. I’m planting non-invasive moonflower seeds at the foot of this arbor (the wife mentioned an aversion to bees, so I chose a bloom that only unfurls from dusk to dawn). Then, vines of Cabernet Sauvignon grapes will extend from either side of the small cottage, with vines of Merlot and a few Malbec extending into the backyard design.

But won’t that look kind of awkward without a fence to fend off peeping toms? I’d agree, but I’ve always found fences hostile, despite the privacy they provide. This is why five feet or so of raised earth will encompass the entire property, lined with Italian cypress trees to provide extra privacy.

To finish off the masterpiece, quaint fountains adorned with baby Dionysus (the Greek god of wine, theater, and fertility) will be placed in the two vine-less corners of the property. My client has permitted me to surround these fountains with lavender; these flowers will attract the bees away from the living quarters and toward the plants that need pollination.

If all goes as planned, the entire landscaping process should be 100% completed by mid-April. The clients are considering renting out the space as a small wedding venue, so it should be ready right in time for the season.

It’s not often you get a project as enticing as this one, especially when it involves such creativity and artistic freedom. But I can tell you this: no matter what job you choose, make sure it has some projects as thrilling as this one; you will not regret it.

Credit for inspiration to:

Torrey Pines Landscape Co.

San Diego, CA

(858) 454-1433

What Happens in Montana Stays in Montana

What Happens in Montana Stays in Montana

What happened? I thought to myself as my eyes blinked open, and Where am I? Then it hit me, literally. I had just been minding my own business walking along the road in Yellowstone National Park when a car had come out of nowhere. I was working on a travel piece on the great buffalo when I was hit and now I’m in the hospital. Oh gosh please wiggle, I held my breath and gently moved my toes then my fingers. Thank goodness, they moved! Alright, I wasn’t paralyzed. I sat up straight and examined myself. Well, the cast on my left arm was a new addition. I had never broken an arm before, or anything for that matter. I shouted for the nurse and she scurried in.

“Happy to see you up and at ’em. That must have been quite the scare,” she said. “Do you have any family I can contact?”

“Um, no that’s okay. Could I just get my cellphone?” I replied.

“Of course, I’ll be right back with your personal items. Oh, by the way, there is an officer here to talk with you if you’re feeling up to it,” she said.

Oh crap, I thought, a broken arm and now I’m going to get some sort of ticket too.. or worse arrest?! Only in Montana, I thought, missing my French home something fierce. Just my luck. “Of course, send him in,” I replied.

In entered the officer, “How’s it going today sir? Do you have time for a few questions?”  

I plastered a fake smile on my face, “Of course officer. I wasn’t trying to disrupt anything at the park.”

“Did you know the individual that hit you?” The office just jumped right in straight faced, I could tell he meant business.

“Um, no of course not. I was just at the park working on a research article on the Great Buffalo. Fascinating animals, and can I say how beautiful your home state is, I’m French,” I replied. Geez, police officers make me nervous.

“Well, the gentleman that hit you is wanted in the state for a number of crimes. He was attempting to evade arrest when you got in his way. He had fled into the park. If it hadn’t been for you we may not have caught him at all. You see, after he hit you he lost control of his vehicle and crashed into a tree on the side of the road,” the officer smirked.

“Wow, how lucky,” I forced a smile and suppressed an eye roll.

“Anyways, I know a great personal injury lawyer. He’s sure to get your medical bills covered for you. He’s actually a cousin of mine,” the officer handed me a business card. “Give him a call and tell him Don recommended him and he’ll help you out.”

Well at least something was easy today, I thought taking the card. The officer said his goodbyes and thanked me again for the assist. Two hours later I was discharged from the hospital and sitting in Don’s cousin Ron’s office. He informed me even though I was from a different country because I was in Montana’s jurisdiction that this is where a ruling for my case would be. He said the first step would be to file a third-party claim with the defendant’s insurance agency stating our demands.

“So, what exactly are your demands?” Ron asked.

I thought about it for a second before answering, “Well, I am a poor travel writer so I need money but honestly, I just need a flight home and my medical bills covered. Preferably quickly.”

“Seriously? That’s beyond reasonable,” he scoffed as if I was boring him.

Ron said he would get right on it and just a few short days later as I was wrapping up my Buffalo piece he got back to me to let me know they’ve agreed to my demands. I thanked Ron for his help, honestly happy not to have to talk to the guy anymore. He said if I ever needed a personal claims lawyer again he was my go to and I thought to myself, “gosh I hope not!” I was pretty sure I would never be in Montana again, let alone injured in Montana.

A couple days later I was headed home with my newly broken arm, a lot of friends at the local police station, a dangerous criminal potentially after me in five to ten, and most importantly a wealth of buffalo knowledge.

O ya, I promised Ron I would give his law firm a shout out. You can find them here:

Guldjian & Fasel
600 Anton Blvd #1700
Costa Mesa, CA 92626
(800) 385-4838

Saving The Day In California

Saving The Day In California

As a popular travel writer, I thought I had seen it all. It wasn’t until today in sunny Southern California that I realized how wrong I was. Who knew one of my biggest adventures was still yet to come. Even more shockingly, who would have guessed it would come in the bathroom while house sitting. I will spare you the details and let your imagination do its thing but let’s just say as of this morning the sink, toilet, and shower will need to be completely remodeled. On a positive note, Tuscany tile is so out now, right? Maybe it was time for an update anyway? We will have to see what the homeowner thinks when they return. In the meantime, the impending bathroom remodeling is upon me.

The first step in the remodel process will be to hire a professional because quite frankly I don’t know the difference between a screwdriver and a wrench. I call down to the local Sherwin Williams paint store and tell them I need a remodeler recommendation. My requirements are they need to be available in 10 minutes or less. The manager tells me he knows just the guy and like magic, they arrive at noon tool belt and all.

The contractor politely informs me that this quick turnaround is going to cost me a right arm. I say that’s fine I’ve always been left-handed. He laughs and tells me the first step will be to gut the bathroom. We’ll be starting from scratch, and if I want it done before my traveler friend returns home I’ll be lending a hand. We go to work demolishing the bathroom and a few hours later it’s like it never existed. A naked room sits before me and I’m feeling nervous. My new best friend, aka my contractor, says the next step will be to go shopping for some tile, fixtures, and ceramic. We head to the local Home Depot and inform the employee we need all on hand and in stock items. They get us set up with new light gray paint, marble floor tiling, gray subway tile for the backsplash, and a white ceramic shower, sink, and toilet.

My contractor tells me it’s after dinner time and he will return in the morning with his crew to install the tile and ceramic but the painting will be my responsibility. So, as the sun begins to set I get to work. By about 10 PM I have a newly painted, completely empty bathroom and a lingering thought in the back of my mind that I might actually pull this off before the homeowner returns.

The next morning my contractor arrives, coffee in hand, and a whole team in tow. They set to work retiling and installing the ceramic. Around noon I pop in with some sandwiches, mostly just being nosey about the progress of the project and to my happy surprise, it’s a miracle the bathroom almost resembles a bathroom again. My contractor updates me officially on the progress and says he thinks they’ll be wrapped up by tonight. I thank him and scurry off to get out of their hair.   

5 PM rolls around and it’s a Christmas miracle, the bathroom is flawless, just in time for the homeowner the next morning. I cut my contractor a hefty check, breathe a sigh of relief, and vow never to watch HGTV again.

You can find these amazing contractors here:

Inspired Remodels, Inc.
20992 Bake Parkway, Suite 108
Lake Forest, CA 92630
(949) 716-1938

The Happiest Day On Earth…Almost

Bonjour mes Amis!

Pierre here again, your friendly Frenchman, with more travel adventures to share. If you’ve been following my adventures so far, then you’ll no doubt be on the edge of your seat for whatever I might stumble into next. As I had stated before, my work had brought me to the west coast, land of sunshine and stardom. I must say, the west coast is definitely the best coast. There are so many rich cultures and peoples here, it truly is a unique area of our world.

I spent my first few days here on the west coast in Southern California, mostly for selfish reasons I must admit. I’ve always wanted to visit the beaches, try my hand at catching a few waves, and watch the sunset as the waves crash along the shore. Of course, I’ve also always wanted to visit the happiest place on earth…Disneyland!

Not sure how happy one can be after the price of admission into this place, but nevertheless I just had to go. There is definitely something magical that you cannot put into words in regards to that feeling you have when you step through the entrance gates and first gaze upon the castle. It’s like stepping through a time warp and instantly becoming a kid again. At this point, nothing else really mattered. With my newly granted ability to be a kid again, I ran around the park with a smile plastered on my face. I certainly didn’t want to leave this place, nor did I want this wonderful feeling to go away. But alas, life has a certain way of showing up when you least want or expect it. C’est la vie!

Things are so spread out around here that I had to get a rental car for my jetting around, which, was no problem. The problem came as I was leaving the happiest place on earth. It can definitely be tough to find your way around in a new place but add on top of that some seriously bad traffic and some seriously bad drivers and chaos can certainly ensue.

So I was heading home, smile still plastered on my face, when the dreaded flashing lights appeared in my rear view mirror. Confused by what I had possibly done, I pulled over and awaited my fate. Rather than just sit in the silence and go over in my head what I possibly could have done to deserve this interruption in my evening, I figured I’d be preemptive and pull out my passport and other forms of ID. To my surprise chaos was about to ensue because I had FORGOTTEN MY PASSPORT at the hotel! The police officer approached my window shortly after this moment of panic and before he got out a word I blurted out that I was a foreigner and had forgotten my identification. While I’m sure this officer is capable of understanding people’s plights, in this instance he played it by the book. My fate was to be transported to the station where I would have to deal with immigration to sort it all out. That is not the sentence you want to hear as a foreigner visiting a country. Things went from bad to worse and I found myself in a bit of a tough situation. What was I to do?! What could I, should I do?!

Luckily we have this thing called technology and I was able to do a little research and find an immigration lawyer in Southern California. After a little searching, I had found the perfect person.

Let me tell you, the smile that was stolen from me was returned! I had nothing but a smooth and easy experience with them. They were extremely knowledgeable and assured me that nothing would happen and they would sort it all out. Within an hour or so I was saved from my sticky situation and allowed to return to my regularly scheduled program. Lessons were learned and I met people I’d like to see again and others, not so much. After such an ordeal I decided it was best to move on to my next adventure.

Until next time my friends, au revoir!

K Nair Law Group
31897 Del Obispo St Suite 225, San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675
(949) 493-4150

To Ride or Not To Ride

To Ride or Not To Ride

Bonjour! It is me again, Pierre.

Today, I am going to get on my soapbox for just a moment and rant about something.

I try…I try so hard to be an environmentally conscious traveler. When I can I walk to see the sites. I only travel on plant powered trains and airplanes that run on biofuel. I always eat locally and I limit my beef intake. I go to great measures to protect this beautiful world that we live in.

So naturally, I have been extremely excited about the rise in popularity of electric vehicles over the past ten years or so. I can get to my site seeing locations much quicker taking a car than walking which allows me to see more wonderful sites and locations on my trips, although it is still nice to walk now and then, especially on a nice warm summer day.

I had run into a pretty significant problem though with my electric vehicle. It all started when I was traveling in Orange County. I was looking for EV chargers to charge my new Tesla Model S. The OC is beautiful and I was having a great time driving around seeing all of the beaches, but my battery started to run low and I had to find a spot to charge. I looked up the closest charging station and it was 15 miles away! This would never do. I had to leave the beach and head back inland to charge my car. It ruined my day as I didn’t have enough time to get ice cream by the pier.

Okay, I’m stepping off my soapbox now because I was able to help figure out a solution.

That night I was staying in my Airbnb and talking with my lovely host about this issue. They were telling me about some of their friends that were having the same issue with their electric car. There simply were not enough charging stations around and many of the homes didn’t have the proper setup in their garages to charge cars. We didn’t even know who to call to try and resolve the problem. So, we started by looking for an electrician in Orange County and it turns out that some of them install EV chargers right in your home for a pretty reasonable price.

Well, my host was excited because they had been looking for a way to stick out among the other Airbnb listings and their figured having a garage specifically fitted for an electric car would be a big selling point. They called the electrician and they came out the next day and installed everything that was needed. And I was happy because that next night I was able to charge my Telsa and had enough battery to drive all the way down the highway to San Diego and back.

Thanks to that great electrician, myself and others can now be even more environmentally conscious than we were before. Helping our world one little step at a time.

If you’re in Southern California and you are looking to get your garage set up for an electric car, you can check out the guys we used. They did an amazing job!

The Tradesman Electrician
(949) 378-8334