For absolutely no particular discernible reason, I thought I would start my blog again. Perhaps I have been hibernating the last couple of months and I have missed the discipline of writing regularly. I had a fantastic month in Spain and France and I think the Alhambra tour was my favourite day in Spain. We had a lovely view from our BnB. Maybe it was a nostalgia for my trip to Isfahan in the 1980’s but I have a thing for tiles and fretwork.
France was special for other reasons as I went back to the village Sam and I lived in and stayed with dear friends when he was ten years old. I went back to his little school and to our house that we had for 6 months.
One of the things I loved the most was being in France in Spring as I had spent a lot of time there in the colder months. I found it hard to believe that I simply didn’t need sunblock even though it was 37 degrees and the flowers were sumptuous.
Too much? Getting carried away? I always try to imagine living for another extended period in France. However, my French is as bad as ever.
I had not been to the Loire since I was in my twenties so it was a great pleasure to stumble upon a beautiful little town called Loche.
As always, I can resist looking at the real estate. However, it is not easy living in another country, especially if like me, you enjoy poetry and books. I am a bit of a hopeless linguist so it would be difficult to get beyond ordering yummy food. Loche was the perfect size though, like Goldilocks’ porridge it seemed just right.
It seems an age ago that I was in sunny France but we still have flowers here to enjoy, even on my little deck of neglected blooms.
and there are books to be read and knitting to be knitted. I have Grandma envy as my sister’s two boys are becoming dads. Sam isn’t impressed by my encouragement for him to procreate.
Happy Monday. Fluffy George resurrected…