Is it just me, or does everyone have that special trick to make all the cares in the world to disappear? Since being in France mine has been a cup of English Breakfast tea with milk of course. Speaking of milk - its not fresh here. I mean you can buy it fresh, but normally its purchased warm and on a shelf verse being chilled in a cooler. Anyways, so back to my 'get away' trick. I put this to good use after my first day working....
Monday - 6:00 am - my alarm goes off and I bounce out of bed; I was full of excitement and courage. I get ready and head out the door to catch my 7:55 train. As most of you know my hair is naturally curly, and even a hint of humidity makes my hair a bit wavy. WELL anyways I walk outside and its snowing - which wouldn't matter if I had brought my hat and gloves with me from Colorado, but since I was a little stressed trying to get out of Nelson and Judy's - I forgot them. I take my route to the train station with my hair fully exposed to the snow oh and not to mention wearing high healed boots (it was my first day and I wanted to look cute :) ) Upon arriving to the station I check to make sure my train is on schedule, and I find out it isn't!!! I then hear people talking and repeating "grave" which basically means the trains and the rest of the transportation systems in France are on strike. The first train arrives and it was so full that I couldn't even fight my way on, so I had to wait another 20 min for the next train.
Finally I got to Winoc's train station - and start my short walk to his flat. Well as my luck would have it - I got lost. I mean I had only been to his flat once, and it wasn't even by foot. I walk in circles then decided to attempt my little to no French skills, and ask for directions. My only choice was the Police station which was right in front to me, so I try getting in. I say try because I didn't know you had to push a button THEN open the door!! WOW! I then find out she, and she being the cop, doesn't speak English. Back to the street I go, and somehow by the grace of God I found my way. Finally I was somewhere that was somewhat familiar.
After a very VERY long day taking care of an extremely sick little french girl - I head back home. Once I walk through my door I head straight to the kitchen and brew my English Breakfast tea. While leaning against the counter holding my hot cup of tea - I pause and just breathe. Allowing the crazy and yet very funny day to drift away...
So, if you don't have a special way of allowing your cares fade away - consider mine on loan to. Enjoy!
