So Far So Good

My son, forgetting about the time change, called early this morning from France.  He sounds ecstatic -- nothing at all like a world-weary college cynic.  He and his French parents spent yesterday visiting Dinar, which looks like a fine place to me:

All of his apprehension about seeing his family after two years had evaporated.  He said it was like he had never left.  (I had sort of thought that that would be the case.)  Today he left them and returned to Rennes, the city where he had lived with them:

He was calling from a phone booth in the suburban part of the city, outside the apartment where he had lived for a year!  He really does have a sentimental streak.  He is going to spend the day visiting his old haunts, and then take a train to meet his brother tonight.

The rest of us are living a more humdrum existence.  My husband has to have a crown replaced today, so he decided to take one of his many unused vacation days, but he's been working at his computer for an hour already.  My daughter is sound asleep, enjoying soccer practice's move to afternoons.  And I'm off for a walk.

 

Walked: 3 miles.