Stitch In My Side

La France, as seen through the Nikon

Our trip to France was fantastic. We started in Paris, where we had a couple of days to ourselves and exciting things happened.

From Paris we went to Bretagne, where we met up with my dad at Fouche's wonderful home, Villa Mount Holyoke. We ate crepes, drank cidre bouche and visited menhirs and a dolmen in Saint Pierre Quibron.

After a few days we headed down to Beziers with my dad and spent a few days lazing around before Thilde and Steve (Justin's parents) arrived from Colorado. Once they arrived, we ventured a bit farther out, seeing the Canal du Midi, Bouzigues, Carcassonne, Valras, Roquebrun and eating FAR too much fabulous french food. We had never managed to get my dad and Justin's parents together before, so that was a real treat.

Finally, Steve, Thilde, Justin and I headed up to Paris together for a couple of days before going back to our respective homes. Thilde and Steve stayed in their favorite hotel, and Justin and I stayed with my cousin and to our delight the two places were only three blocks from each other.

Trust me, the pictures are far more interesting than this little overview. They can all be seen here. Enjoy!

Crossing the line

Our first morning in Paris Justin suggested that we go buy some pastries and eat breakfast in the Jardin de Luxembourg. We stopped at a fabulous bakery and tromped off down the road with our pain au chocolat and a couple of cans of Orangina. When we got there it was overcast, but not quite raining. We sat down next to the basin and watched the little kids push their sailboats around and tried to eat our pastries before the birds ganged up on us. After breakfast, we got up and wandered around, looking at all of the statues of the French queens- some of whom I’d be pretty scared to meet in a dark alley, unless I happened to have a guillotine ready, that is.

After walking around the garden for a bit, we started walking up a path through the trees, and when Justin grabbed my hand and I felt him shaking like a leaf my heart started pounding. He scraped a line into the path, saying that it was the point where I had come into his life and we walked over it and onto the path while he talked about our life together and what it means to him. Then he scraped another line, saying that he wanted to start a new point of our relationship and asked me to marry him. We crossed the line together, me crying tears of joy and him pulling a ring out of his pocket and slipping it onto my finger. Et voila:

The proposal was gorgeous- it was thoughtful and passionate and absolutely charming. I am so fortunate to marry this man.

Still Breathing

Hello!

Hello... hellooooooo...

Well, there is MUCH to report here: travels (hi, I'm in France right now, fighting with this stupid keyboard configuration), a death, a reconciliation, a very exciting new development which I will write about in great detail later, not one but TWO completed knitting projects, etc.

But it will all have to wait until I return to Baltimore, because it is just too much to get into with two fingers, searching for the right keys.

So, see you in a week.

But first, a hint as to the very exciting development:

Woohoo!