Just back in from a morning walk. Since we arrived earlier this week, I’ve taken walks each morning to one of the three bakeries on this tiny island where we are living. This morning as I bit into an apricot tart as I headed down the street, I thought, “This has to be the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.” Seriously. That’s a statement. It’s simply unbelievable.
My family is still recovering from jet lag. Thus I’ve had lots of time either to walk, think, read or surf the net. It’s been kind of odd to be the one away so much more than the rest of them. At home, I definitely am the sleeper-inner of my family.
Today my dear friend Amy arrives. Not sure what we’re up to, but we may head to Chartres to walk a labyrinth. We’ll see.