Solo

Let us note that all journeys have their surprises. Unexpected plans and changes come out of the woodwork to alter things. To change plans that were made months ago. To cut through the idea you had when you started dreaming about it in the last summer you had. This idea, that bubbled out of a sunny backyard conversation or late at night, when you were talking about how fun it would be to go here, to go there, to travel with you. And when it was cold and you had made soup and you and her decided that you would run away to Spain the next time you could. Why not Portugal too? Two weeks only, we can do that.

On a boat

Having my parents around for the last week of being in Tours was great. We spent time with all the teachers at a big dinner on Tuesday, having a brunch with Brigitte, Holley and my friend Claire. Saying goodbye to Sarah, another assistant at the wacky Mamie Bigoude creperie. Saying goodbye to Olivier and his family over dinner in the country.

And then we headed south.