Baby S and I seem to be real jetsetters lately. We had long ago promised to catsit/housesit for my good friend Bea. We spent yet another four day weekend in another sort of paradise: Annecy.
My friend Bea and her family live in a georgeous, old, stoney house in a small village neighboring Annecy. I'm as comfortable in her house as my own so it was a weekend full of ease and relaxing fun. Baby S and I watched lots of sattelite tv and cooked lots of little feasts together. We walked by the lake and strolled through the village. We drove to the Col de Forclaz and had the place practically to ourselves except for the scattering of a few late season tourists. Seb addded to the festivities by coming in on the train Friday nght all full of exciting news. More on that later.
If you've never visited Annecy then you must. There's no other place quite so magical, at least in mine and Seb's hearts. This was the city where we first locked eyes and said "what's your name?" "where are you from?" Later we were married there and we always seem to return there somehow one way or another.
In light of Seb's recent news I thought it a little fitting that he should deliver it on the way back from the train station, the lieu of many of our tearful goodbyes and heart stopping hellos. It seems to me at least that this particular train station would make a perfect stage setting for our relationship. So many times we find ouselves at the crossroads of our lives together here.
The weekend ended with a stroll through Talloires. I'll leave you with a picture of the view from the beach where we actually saw several very bold people swimming. Remember it's mid October in the Alps!
3 comments:
Beautiful! I know you said you met Seb there and I was just wondering, were you in France on vacation when you met him? I find it interesting because a friend of mine is married to a man from France, she met him while she was chapparoning her sisters high school class trip (years ago) and they have been married and living in the US for some time now.
Just curious..
Michelle we met while I was vacationing in the summer of 1998, meandering my way around France. Seb was on a job interview in Annecy. I was also in France in 1997, the summer before we met. Ironically we've since figured out that our paths may have crossed once or twice without our even knowing it. I guess destiny was 'trying' to get us together in the past but we just weren't ready. That's the weird part.
How does your friend's husband like living in the USA? I've always wondered what a Frenchman feels like when he's completely cut off from his country.
Chris: Funny thing, I just recently got in touch with my girlfriend who's husband is from France and they are doing wonderfully! They own a limousine business that is doing well and have two sons. I know he still misses his country but I think now that he has the boys and Kristen that he feels that US is his "home". I asked her if they visit France and she said that they haven't in about 4+ years and they plan on making their way back possibly this year. With owning the business she said it is hard. At one time they tried to live there but she said that it was very difficult for an American to get a job there and she missed home.
How neat that you and Seb crossed paths and how you met. God works in mysterious ways!
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