Our French adventure is almost over. Four weeks from today we will be in an airplane landing at the Salt Lake Airport. We will have to find new jobs. Kyle will have to go back to school. No more baguettes or fresh pastries. No more "bonjour monsieur madame". We are in denial. But what comes next? Will we go through the motions of the 5 stages of grief? Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and then forced into acceptance? I think so.
Since it finally has warmed up here I took the chance this week to go running on the voi verte along the river. Pretty sure I have discovered Perigueux's secret. I wish I had found this earlier (anger)! Every morning I'm itching to hit the trail to discover more. French architecture, small charming houses with jardins filled with flowers, horses in pastures, old bridges, forests, cathedrals, ducks, swans, blossoms--everyday something new. And my favorite part: saying "bonjour" to the old French man wearing a beret, sitting on his bench. He was so surprised I even noticed him. How could I not on such a lovely day!
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