Chapter 19

A couple of days after reserving the apartment I received a confirmation email. It was all in French! “Amir, you’re going to have to help me with this,” I emailed him, and I forwarded the message on.

“Not worry,” he told me in our next Skyped session, again that charming little inaccurate phrase delivered with a French accent that I had grown to love hearing from him. “The man who owns the apartment lives in France. He has sent you contact information for the man who will give us the key to the apartment and take care of any problems we might have. I will contact him and handle everything for you.”