I have been back for a little more than a week now, but I was busy with a secret project that involved a lot of knitting, writing and calculating, but shsh.... I just finished the knitting marathon this morning which means I can now take the time to tell you about my trip.
Heaven! Pure heaven! No words can really say what a wonderful time I had. But I will start from the beginning.
My plane took off as planned in spite of the ashes from the Icelandic volcano. I had a window seat, and spent the night looking out the window, getting more and more excited as the hours went by. I could not sleep I was so excited.
I had not been back to France in 12 years, I was going to get to hug my daughter on her 20th birthday, and I was going to see my family, so you can imagine!
Finally in the early hours of the morning (French time) I saw a glimpse of land, and I was so overwhelmed tears filled my eyes. Who knew that seeing the French quiltlike landscape, with its neatly arranged fields could make me cry? I did not know.
The plane landed, and I walked in amazement through the completely changed Roissy Airport.
After quick formalitites, as soon as the gates opened, I saw Miss SockPixie, and my Godfather , this was the best hug ever!
The rest of the day was a whirlind. Breakfast with fresh baguette, brioche, and croissants. I had to taste everything. With every bite I closed my eyes, you know it was like Proust's Madeleine. With every bite pleasure, and with every bite, memories, emotions, feelings so long repressed were brought back to the surface. This was one breakfast!
After a quick 2 hour nap, we went to the completely transformed Marais to meet my Godmother. I had forgotten how beautiful Paris was. There were musicians playing Klezmer music, the perfume of food, and zillions of people. It was warm, and people wore colorful clothes. It was a rainbow of colors, patterned fabric, brightly colored store fronts.
Then we took the bus to my cousin's appartment in the 12th. The whole family was there to celebrate Miss SockPixie's birthday. After kissing everyone, we sat and talked as if not a single day had gone by, and picked up our conversations where we had left them. I met the whole new generation born during my 12 years of absence. I must have been really tired, but I ignored it. We sang Happy Birthday to Miss SockPixie, we ate chocolate cake, apple tart, and strawberry cake...
We returned to my Godfather's appartment, his wife had prepared a delicious dinner and then I slept.
The following morning we got up at 5:45 am. Miss SockPixie and I had to catch a train for Trouville in Normandie. My family has been vacationing in Trouville since the 1930's. I spent every single one of my childhood vacations in Trouville on the beach. This is the most special place in the world for me. It seems to hold a special place in Miss SockPixie's heart as well.
The train ride was wonderful. I watched with wide opened eyes as the landscapes played in front of me. I marveled at the little houses, and you should have heard me when I saw my favorite Normand cows!
We dropped our bags at home, and headed to the Farmer's market, le marche.
We bought the most wonderful Pont l'Eveque cheese. I asked the lady for a Pont l'Eveque. She asked me when I wanted to eat it, I said today, she then methodically opened each box, and gently pressed on the wrapped cheese, saying "non", maybe, and finally "oui!", this one is perfect. I had forgotten that cheese merchants did this. We picked up fresh brioche, fresh crusty baguette, and went home to eat.