Where, oh where, to begin? My Bestie is back home in Texas, I have recovered from too much rosé on the terrace and we're all getting back in the 'France on our own' groove.
When someone from home sees you in your life abroad it shines a bright light on it for you. It makes you see things through their eyes and take stock of what the differences are in a way you've not thought about. Maybe because you don't have the time, opportunity or headspace to do so. It also gives you a peek through the window of what you've been missing. I've missed English. I've missed laughing so hard I pee a little bit. And I've missed the ease and comfort of being with someone I've know for nearly 20 years. I have all that with Mon Mari but we probably take each other for granted because we're here together all the time and that's what people do.
What did the visit show me?
1) I live far away.
2) Things just keep moving on.
3) My kids don't know what American Girl dolls are.
4) I've gotten a bit French stylee laissez-faire with how I look at life.
5) It's nice to speak English to express myself.
6) I like to eat lunch at mid-day and if I don't I feel grouchy.
7) Directions are not our strong suit and GPS cannot be trusted.
8) I can drink from a wine glass with my toes.
9) I prefer window fresh air to blasting air-conditioned air in the car.
10) I know how to ask for just about anything in French--especially, 'Is there a public toilet in the village?'
No matter how far away she is I will always have my Texas Bestie. She traveled 17+ hours twice in less than a week just to see me. To drive all over Provence with me. To sit on the terrace and laugh. There is no one like her and I am so thankful to have her friendship. Near or far.
Now I've gotten that off my chest. Prepare for a more detailed account of the 'Provence Old Stuff Death March' tomorrow.