My parent's vacation starts tomorrow

Whew! I intended to sit down and ramble out a bunch of posts (not about salt), but the day is completely running away from me. I also meant to give the bathroom a good scrub and have a soak in the tub, but I'm seeing that opportunity fade away too. (Note: I was so overtaken with guilt that I actually got up and cleaned the bathroom, less the tub since we're actually out of tub and tile cleaner. Now I'm back to writing this post).

My parents are leaving on their epic month-long European vacation tomorrow and so I've spent the bulk of the day having WhatsApp conversations, Skype calls and emails to help them sort out all of their last minute questions. We've covered everything from my UK phone number and how to dial it, to what their insurance policies are like in the event that they should die while on vacation. Yeah, it's been that kind of day.

Their trip is a long time coming and it will see them travelling, at various times, with up to eight other life-long friends and family. It will also be their first trip to Europe. Ever. I'm pumped just to watch that all go down. I also get a front-row seat for part of it as I'll be meeting them in France and then staying with them through Paris and up to London. So expect posts from the French countryside and Paris later this month and into June! I can't wait to get back to Chazieux.

So much quiet

I have wanted to write so badly this past week. But I can't bring myself to put my fingers to the smooth, flat glass and actually make the words come out. After some thought on the subject, I feel that the reason I can't bring myself to write is that with each passing day we come closer to leaving and I don't want to brood on the subject any more than I already am. I'm living my own pattern of excitement and loss in a bizarre tidal wave of emotions. As much as I'd like to spare myself the tedium of reliving each passing day by writing about it, that's what I actually wanted to do when I set out on this blog. So even if it's only a few lines, or an image that conveys my feelings of the day, that's what will happen.