It took a month and a half. Nearly 45 days of contentment. Or maybe I was just too busy getting ready for graduation that I didn't have time to think about it.
This morning, I read a blog, one of the blogs I read everyday, and that feeling hit me in the gut.
The blog is Tongue in Cheek and you can find a link along the right side of my blog http://willows95988.typepad.com/tongue_cheek/.
Today, she talked about different kinds of French breads, baguettes and batards and pain de campagne. She showed wheels of goat cheese. Then she included shots of the markets -- big melons and handwritten signs with loopy French writing.
That's when the longing hit. I wanted to go to France again.
After our trip at the end of April, I thought I'd fulfilled my desire for a few years, but here it came again.
Then I got an email from France Guide, announcing a new contest. I entered and watched the "lost in francelation" video about apero, that before dinner drink and snack.
Oh, how I want to visit France again.
I begin to plot. I could win the lotto. I could sell a novel. I could win the contest.
Even a bowl of black olives hasn't quenched that latest gnawing in my stomach.
Picture me in France - again.
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