Last night I dreamed I was going back to Montpellier and nothing could stop me. I practiced my French as I waited in the airport. Then I woke up and today I feel out of place. I walked to La Babote in my mind for breakfast.

I landed in Montpellier in the sticky air, after a day and a half of flying and at least 4 hours with fillefacetieuse asleep on a plane with her bony butt jabbing my back (you slept through a lot à cause du vin). This day includes the scariest flight I've ever been on in my life (CDG to MTP into the wind over some mountains = shaken like a polaroid picture).  Et ( Read more... )