Je suis contente
I ran and jumped and frolicked today. Taking a break from his studies Collin and I headed to explore an area upstream of several waterfalls we have frequented. The water has carved deep smooth paths through the stone creating pools of cool water that weave down the mountain. One can hop across the narrow passages of water from one precarious perch to another, making way up the slippery rock. Today’s adventure was just silly with “random running”, “don’t know the word hole, but know flow, does that help?” and crazy stinging plants that left small “bubbles” on our legs and Collin’s hand for a half an hour that led to a photo shoot of our best miserable faces.
Last Wednesday we set out to the bricolade to build me a new bike. Almost choosing a bike just for the basket attached haphazardly to it, I perused on. Then I found her. From the Loire valley she says, MADE IN FRANCE. It was clear she hadn’t been loved for quite a while, handlebars all askew. With a few complicated conversations, vocabulary never used and the abundantly helpful volunteers, Jean Marc, Bernard, and one dubbed “overalls”, we tightened, tweaked, installed a most necessary kickstand, the stolen basket too, and off we rode! What fun and how quickly we get around these days. I feel so French.
I’ve met some friends, am tutoring two bright young French students, and will start volunteering with an environmental protection agency called FRAPNA this week. Apparently we will head to schools and talk to kiddos about the important work of bees. I can hardly wait.
Of course there are days too where not everything is so dreamy, but who wants to hear about those days? Let alone talk about them? Certainly not me. Nah, I’ll stick with the good, albeit sometimes layered thick with fresh fromage, amazing life I call my own.
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