Re-orienting

The drama of lost luggage ended happily Friday when we returned to Marseille airport and successfully collected our bags that arrived on the evening flight from Brussels the night prior. I never want to look at the accidental thong underwear again. David and I were last in Nîmes in January, 2023. The first winter that…

Why France?

Why indeed. I had the same French teacher, Madame Hea, for almost all of elementary school. Madame Hea was an actual French woman from France, who always wore an A-line skirt, sweater set, pumps, and the requisite silk scarf. I’m pretty sure she never wore pants, at least never when she was teaching. She was…