Some people can do magic tricks, others can wolf-whistle, both things I would like to be able to do, but I’m not sure how or why, my trick seems to be that I make friends wherever I go.
Indeed, I have been drinking tea and wine* all day with some English friends, and the hardest thing I’ve had to worry about was whether to go for strawberries or melon for dessert (Note for those who may not sleep for all the suspense: I went for the strawberries).
It is a perfect Summer evening, the sunlight is still warm on the tree-lined lanes, and the dripping-with-flowers cottages. My son met-up with his former school-mates, and we’ve all been hugged to death by old friends. It feels so good to remember life here before T…
And the great thing is that even if you cross the Channel to where our new life is, we have new friends there too.
In fact, as I write this, one of them is packing enough bags to see through a winter in outer Mongolia, as she heads back home to Madison, Wisconsin (practically the same thing, mind you), after a year in France. I will awfully miss our impromptu picnics on my living-room floor, the way we pretend to be 17 and a half when we go out and dance to Loca, how I can ring her after a particularly tough day and cry into dinner, while she finds imaginative expletives to describe T and make me laugh.
I am sure her trip home will be fun-packed, with two connecting flights and three jet-lagged children…Do make sure you pack some ear plugs and get some rum at the duty-free, will you?
To all our friends, here, there and everywhere, thank you for being there. Couldn’t have made it through without you.
*I know English people are weird but no, we did not have the tea and wine together.
Shakira ft. Dizzee Rascal – Loca: