I’m writing this from Montreal. The month in France came to its conclusion. We are home. It feels strange to look out the window and see the same sad, post-winter backyards, the patches of snow that refuse to melt. The trees that can’t grow leaves because the weather is still not warm enough. It was… Continue reading One Month in France, week four
I am in a city that does not have the stereotypical French glamour. It’s not Paris and it’s not the charming little wine village. Some days I don’t even feel I’m in France if it weren’t for the pastries and the daily wine. So this week three has been less about feelings of travel… Continue reading One month in France, week three
The first thing I noticed in Lyon was the sky. The trace of airplanes that flew by a few moments before. We arrived early after a short train ride in which I fell asleep. I can never not fall asleep on a train. It’s my favorite mode of transportation. The soft lull and the silence.… Continue reading One month in France, week two
As I walked down the stairs of our Airbnb I told my husband (again) that I was in turmoil because I couldn’t decide where to focus my energy, what my priorities should be now that we are in France for the whole month. I finished the MBSR and I thought: I’m well on the way… Continue reading One month in France, week one.