Last time Oscar and I flew to Heathrow, well, there you and Ish were, waiting for us. I recognized you instantly even though we’d never met. It was your big toothy grin and her sweet smile that won my heart on the spot. Terminal 5, Heathrow. BFFs.
This time there was no Tom, no Ishbel. But we walked past the point where you’d stood and I swear you stood there still. I saw you clear as day.
But we had to get on to Gatwick and board a plane to Bordeaux so there was no time to chat. Besides, I didn’t want any Brits rolling their eyes at one more crazy American.
We made our flight to Bordeaux with time to spare. (The return trip was another story altogether!) Oh, Tom, the adventures we had! I can’t wait to tell you all about it. You would have loved our host, Stephane, in St. Emillion and (his) My French Heaven and the house we rented in La Roque Gageac. And the food the food the food. You would have loved the food.
So over the next few days or weeks or whenever I feel a little less jet-lagged, I’ll tell you all about it. In the meantime, here’s a photo Stephane sent of our group. We are all together except for our son. He could not leave work for eleven days. But our son-in-law, the rancher, made the trip. (He was a big hit in France!)
Love you! Talk later! XOXO Julia