Wish you were here.

My trip has already felt a little whirlwind.  Arrived in France, but my luggage did not.  So spent a good afternoon and morning worrying about that.  Then met new friends – new homeowners who were busy with home works… and was able to just be a, somewhat, passive observer.  Was graciously invited to join them all at a wonderful restaurant where we had incredible food, but which shall now always be referred to as the ‘duck fat dinner.’  I am still stunned that we weren’t hospitalized with coronaries after the amount of fat and butter we consumed.  Duck confit and potatoes roasted in duck fat!  I’m not even going to mention the appetizer.

Tonight is another dinner party, and what I should be doing is taking a shower to wash the mud off me – between walking the dogs and taking a riding lesson with the horses, I am filthy.  Instead, I’m nursing my wine glass and relishing sitting in a firm chair while all the while smelling  a little horsey and a little doggie.  Not sure which is the more pervasive scent.

All that said… having a wonderful time, and wish you were here.

As ever,

K. Quinn