For the Love of France

It's so hard to believe that just one week ago I was packing my bags to go to France and now I'm already back home. While it was a whirlwind trip, there are far too many photos to share, stories to tell and moments to remember for one blog post.

I'm going to have to break this up into several installments to completely document this amazing week. Honestly, I'm still absorbing the experiences and trying to believe how so many wonderous things could happen in such a short time.

I can tell you what happened at home while I was gone. The kids took great care of themselves and the animals, but the washing machine did not get run once. Neither did the dishwasher. The mail did get collected once or twice and the deliveries on the porch were dragged into the front hall. I appears as though the veggie garden got watered or rained on enough for survival. Time will tell on that one. And none of the fur babies seem to have suffered too much, though Boomer has already taken up residence on my foot while I sit at my desk. LOL

And truly, I'm a little bit ruined. After a week of good French coffee, unbelievably delicious food and gorgeous surroundings, it's a bit of let down to drink home brewed coffee and look out the window and such ordinary sights. Nothing breath taking here at all. It is home, so there's comfort in that.

I'll be back tomorrow with the first installment of my Grand French Adventure!
Diane