and so begins the fun of lunch preparation.
apparently assumed nobody else was going to buy baguettes, so suddenly the house ends up with about 8 baguettes… oh well, better to have too much than too little.
everyone is past full. clean up, pack up, and into the cars you go…
where you first fell in love with the sheep.
where you discovered that it was indeed possibly that perhaps time doesn’t exist.
and where you found the motivation to find a way back to france…
le mont saint-michel.
you want to sink into the quicksand. and become stuck. and be forced to stay forever in france…
actually, realistically you wish another volcano would erupt and cancel all outgoing flights from europe… but that obviously didn’t happen.
you’re treated to a most intense and gorgeous sunset. but you’re unable to make a photo since you’re in a moving car and the sun is setting on the driver’s side. oh well. what’s important is that the sunset is in your head. so even if you don’t have a photo, you can refer to the mental image of it as often as you like.
and to think, in two days, you’ll be on a plane. to texas. it can’t be real, can it?