Back from France last night....a long trip that began in the "oui" hours of Tuesday morning and got us home 20 hours and three planes later.
This was a quick trip that began with a transatlantic cruise that went from Florida to Barcelona, where I took a train to France and met up with my three girlfriends....all of us married to French men. That is how - and why - we are friends....a search for an American "phare" or light in the confusion that was our adopted country.
I escaped! And am now living the American life in the wine country of California. But, weirdly, France beckons. After all, my husband is one of them and, by birth, my daughter, Charlotte, is, too.
Why did I hate to leave this time? With my duty free-purchased foie gras in hand, my heart tugged to stay, to find a house with bright colored shutters and raise my French daughter....eating tomatoes like apples and drinking wine with lunch. I was the one who wanted out. Now will they let me back in?