It is a place, this country called France, that speaks to the depths of my soul and her beauty humbles one. I'll once again be grateful that I have this moment of time to share with mon ami's.
I'll rest dan le jardin and silently try to analyze the meaning of it all with those sweet melodies (the French language) echoing in the background. (especially after a glass or two of vin rouge)
I'll ask myself, who, what, and why have I been so blessed to share a bit of life with these people (the French) and been so openly received by this lady, France???
Lady France will act as my shepherd and gently guide me to experience her offerings. I look forward to the lessons of this journey. I am like clay in her hand, her sculpture not yet finished.
She will steer me down some new roads to discover parts of her, I do not yet know.
Déjeuner at my favorite Auberge, she will remind me, sharing in another person's passion is one of life's most beautiful gifts.