one month has passed, yet it feels like ten years has passed. things seem to move faster and faster.
but you remember.
you were terrified.
each weekend, you seem to do something outside your comfort zone.
this time, it was going home with a friend. a friend who is known to weave into the lane of upcoming traffic.
but hey, she’s the one with the car and the driver’s license. so off to la manche.
you arrive. eat. and in what seems to be a normal pattern, head straight to bed since you’re both rather claquéed.
dangerous? just a bit.
here you are. goal accomplished. back to chez elle.
coquilles st. jacques. scallops.
bigorneau. common periwinkle. or… sea snails.
and the rest… you forgot. perhaps it was veal?
in between all that food, you taste some calvados. fait maison. it burns. it’s what they call the trou normand.
could it be?
could it really be your favorite french animal?
you quickly run out and around for a closer look.
instant happiness. les moutons. baaaaah-oui! the only thing that could make the moment more perfect is if the sheep would move closer to you. but they’re happy staying put.
you’re not. so you move on.
and this time, the donkey and the horse approach you. just like you like. coucou, you greet. and you apologize for not having any food because you’re sure that’s the real reason why they came close to you.
but it’s still morning. you’ve got all day, and you’re sure you’ll spot some cows before heading back to evreux.
you were here in 2008. and the memories flood in.
the friends you haven’t seen since.
and you think about the friend you’re with now.
and you hope – you know – you’re going to do everything possible – to make sure you’ll see her again. and the others as well. in france. maximum three years, but not before two. it will happen.