Today we are saying goodbye to France. We've spent 65 days here, with a grand total of 84 days abroad. It doesn't sound like much when it's all counted out, but it's been the happiest 84 days imaginable.
Leaving is a little sad, because I don't know when we'll be able to come back. We've come to love life here, with it's quietness and excitement all in one. We'll miss the trip to bakery every day with an occasional pastry thrown in, we'll miss the antiquated buildings that are still so pretty and the profusion of spring flowers that are everywhere you turn. And we'll miss our new friends with their beautiful songs and kind, generous hearts, and hearing how French sounds like dancing sometimes.
This nomadic gypsy life is the only one we've known since we were married, and we've been so incredibly happy. But I'm pretty sure that even once we settle down in a little or big Somewheresville that isn't quite as interesting as a village in France, because we're still going to be together. And because being adventurers isn't really about where you are, it's about how you think. It's about knowing that around every corner, every little change that comes, is just another opportunity to find something extraordinary.