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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

The Benefits of American Firearms

Bonjour mes amis!

It is I again, Pierre, your friendly travelling Frenchman. I have to share with you what happened to me this week. It was one of the craziest experiences I have ever had! And this is coming from a guy who once Ran with the Pigs, this is the semi-famous event that happens every year before the famous Running of the Bulls. It is the premier event for pig runners all over the world.

It was crazier than the time I wrestled with that bear in Russia. For the record, I beat the bear, but I also came away with a broken arm. In fact, it was even crazier than the time I met Andre the Giant’s stunt double and beat him in a game of wits!

Okay, onto the story. As you know, I typically write reviews of local American businesses while I travel. It is my goal to one day return to France and start my own business and I am hoping to learn as much as I can from meeting with small business owners.

It all started while I was traveling in Nebraska. A pretty uneventful place for the most part.

Well, let me tell you, it wasn’t earlier this week.

I was scheduled to meet with a local bank manager. I arrived at the bank a little early and sat in the lobby to go over my interview questions for the manager. All of a sudden, a man with a stocking over his head comes barging through the door, waving a gun, yelling “Everybody down! Now!”

People started screaming and running as he fired some shots up in the air.

Now, lucky for me, I had just completed my concealed carry weapon training and was well prepared. While everyone else was running and screaming, I calmly pulled out my weapon and subdued the potential bank robber. The rush of adrenaline was unreal. Afterwards I was interviewed by the local news station and the mayor gave me a key to the city! It turns out that the bank robber was on the FBI’s most wanted list. His name was Smokey McSmokeFace and he had been robbing banks around the midwest for the past twenty years.

For those unaware, in the United States you can get a license to carry a concealed weapon (hence the CCW). You have to take CCW Classes in order to get your license though, they don’t just hand those out to anyone.

There are a lot of places where you can take CCW Courses. If you search for them online, you’ll be able to find some good ones in your area. I recommend checking the Yelp rankings and reading some reviews before you go in.

Well, after all of that commotion, I never was able to meet with the bank manager. I had to head out of town the next day and so I wished him well and I hope that one day our paths will cross again. I do have a key to the city now, so I will probably be back in town at some point.

The next day I had to head out to the West Coast to meet with the next business I am going to review. Until next time my friends, au revoir!

Improving the Workspace One Desk at A Time

So here we are again, tackling another topic in everyone’s day to day life where France does it better than just about everyone else. Your job. For some, they find what they love doing and get paid for it. Luck them! For the rest of us, we get a job we think is good and grind through the day to ensure we keep getting those pay checks in order to facilitate general living and hopefully some fun. The work grind can be bearable enough but the longer you grind, the less happy you become. There is only so much of a thing we tolerate that we can keep doing. Eventually tolerance runs out and grumpy and unhappy people become the product of their workplace. France has seen this as a problem and decided to do something about it. ‘Life is balance’ seemed to be the motto in use when France implemented a change to what it meant to work a full time work week. What was 39 hours as the minimum requirement is now 35 hours a week, effectively freeing up an additional 4 hours a week for personal time for full time workers. Here is what businessculture.org had to say about it:

“A law to reduce the statutory working week in France from 39 hours to 35 hours was introduced in 2000, for companies with more than 20 employees and, in 2002, for companies with 20 employees or fewer. Studies by the Office of Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) suggest that France is below the OECD average when it comes to hours worked and consequently French employees have above average leisure time on an average day. Approximately 15 hours per day are dedicated to personal care and leisure (eating, sleeping, etc).

With regard to a reduction in working time, one of the recommendations from France’s National Economic Planning Agency, was that working time should be in line with other demands on time, generated by people’s social and private lives. In this respect, the 35-hour working week appears to be having an impact. An evaluation report submitted by the government shows that the reduction in working time has generally affected employees positively, in terms of both their work and home lives.”

Boom. France does it again leading the way into a brighter future for its citizens by making sure their lives can remain balanced.Whats America doing you ask? Well I am glad you did seeing as I always enjoy making the comparison. The US isn’t anywhere close to making the revolutionary movements in the workplace that France is but they are making improvements that I simply can not ignore. Many new US companies are creating work space environments that help people feel more happy while they are at work. So even though the US is not reducing time are work, companies are taking it into their own hands to create a culture at work that feels good to be at regardless of the menial job that may be required there. So how are they doing this? Well they are turning to office furniture companies that are supplying the necessary furniture and designs that make people comfortable, happy, and productive. We can look at an office furniture company in Orange County that is doing just this! They are called Creative Office Design and they make sure they help their customers from design to delivery. Are you looking to update your office in the US so your overworked employees might feel a little better about working there? These are your guys! Wouldn’t you want your office to look like this:

I know I would. Id feel all important I think. Oh wait, I already do because my country takes care of me. But, if I were to work in the US, I would want to work for a company that was supplied by these guys. If your in town, stop by their showroom to see what I am talking about! That’s all for now. Until next time, don’t ever forget… Viva La France!


Yet Again, France is a Part of Doing It Best – Building Termite Resistant Structures

What is considered Europe today has been around for a long time. We have had quite some time to get things wrong and then learn from our mistakes. As anyone who reads my forum can probably guess, I believe France has almost always been the best at learning from its few mistakes and then implementing some great solutions to keep any mistakes from recurring. One front that this seems to be the case is building structures that seem to be resistant to most bugs that could destroy it. What do I mean? Well almost everything we build is made from concrete, stone, and steel. All things that keep the bugs out and structures standing strong. Its not wonder that Europe has the lowest variety of termites, the biggest culprit of structure destruction. There really isn’t a whole lot of structures that they can eat! We have become pretty good at repelling pests in general… Yes we learned from the black plague. While you still have rats, they are under control for the most part or at least just as under control as our neighbor across the Atlantic. Yes, I like picking on the US because they are always claiming to be the best at stuff when they aren’t. While I concede that I don’t know who controls their rat population better, I do know we are better at keeping termites at bay. Check the stats!

“Termites are found on all continents except Antarctica. The diversity of termite species is low in North America and Europe (10 species known in Europe and 50 in North America), but is high in South America, where over 400 species are known.[34] Of the 3,000 termite species currently classified, 1,000 are found in Africa, where mounds are extremely abundant in certain regions. Approximately 1.1 million active termite mounds can be found in the northern Kruger National Park alone.[35] In Asia, there are 435 species of termites, which are mainly distributed in China. Within China, termite species are restricted to mild tropical and subtropical habitats south of the Yangtze River.[34] In Australia, all ecological groups of termites (dampwood, drywood, subterranean) are endemic to the country, with over 360 classified species.[34]

If you want to learn more, check it out here.

So yes the US and Europe are the top two at keeping these pests under control but we obviously take the cake! Now that I have backed my concerns with facts, I can give my suggestion. For all my friends that are making the poor choice of living in the US, at least they are living in California. Its bearable because its beautiful but not devoid of termites and right now is the season! If you find yourself in creepy crawly situation out there, I came across a business out that way that seemed to have an answer for me. It was an exterminating business that specialized in termite extermination that was all natural. In Garden Garden, you can find them slaying bugs left and right while also not poisoning the residents of that beautiful place. So, for those people that I do know that live in the area, head my advice and reach out to these guys. They will keep your buildings standing for longer than they would on their own. Just never forget our buildings have been standing for longer and will continue to do so. That’s all for now! My generosity for advice giving is at its end. Until next time, Viva La France!