en français

The past two days in the Ardèche have passed slowly as though in a recuperative dream, in complete contrast to my last month and a half. Part of me feels like I am being kind to myself, part of me fears I have fully descended into the holiday-within-a-holiday spirit and might never be able to return to a day to day filled with physical labor.

So far: the best of everything. Apricots, rosé, cheese, and croissants. Sunny skies, vineyards, bike rides, and lavender fields. Yesterday I began to make an actual list of things I want to see and do while I'm here. For now, another cup of coffee on the windy terrace, another hour before I get properly dressed to greet the day.