A year and a half ago, I moved to the French Alps in the middle of a heatwave, with my son, a huge bump, and a heavy heart from leaving behind my friends of twelve years.
Last night, I could no longer feel the February chill, after downing some caïpirinha with nine new friends. We sat in a disused bus, ate burgers and chips, and probably scared unsuspecting diners at the next table with some hair-raising birth stories. It was fun and good. Despite no longer having a garden to potter around, I can feel myself putting down new roots here.
To my old and new friends on both sides of the Channel, I’m so glad our paths crossed :o. Some crazy French tunes for you!