I can hardly stand it! We are staying in the renovated and professionally and charmingly decorated 300-year old farmhouse which old walking friends run as a Chambre d’hôte in the Loire departement of France. Almost…
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I’m just waiting for Pater to get back with something for dinner. We had planned to eat a simple meal, perhaps steak frites, at the cafe around the corner, but that ten-minute walk feels too…
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Some very quick notes because we’re off on our bikes as soon as Pater finishes his tea. I love being able to come back to our charming house on Rue B for a nap after…
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This past week has been emotionally gruelling, but Paul’s father was buried yesterday, and now we will begin to move forward. I’ve just erased a paragraph in which I tried to explain our decision not…
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We are too busy walking the crowded streets of Barcelona and ogling its stunning architecture and sitting in its terraces eating tiny fried fish and drinking cava to be able to write much. As well,…
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