Whirl, twirl, spin... either dance with the flow, curl up in a chair or sleep on the floor.
Provence is a destination, it is a a desired place to visit. It has good food, lovely landscape, history, painted shutters everywhere you look, tiled roofs, the blue sea and all those other good things that make it one of the most visited places in the world. Did I mention the wine? Or antiques?
We arrived home to a house full.
Ever since I have lived in France our house has had guests: Family guests, friends, friends of friends, cousins of cousins, cousins of friends, friend's friend's girlfriends and their families friends, sometimes people I met on the street, or French Husband meets at work, and now blogging friends and their friends.
It never stops, and that is okay.
Honestly it all happened because I wished for it. I like to have a house full it reminds me of my mother's house, it reminds me of my home town Willows; where I grew up knowing everyone and everyone knew me.
Did I ever tell you that on the first day I arrived in France (right after French Husband and I were married) we had three guests and we lived in a studio? That in the first nine months of our married life we had 52 guests? "
Yes it is true! 52 guests and I cannot even make a decent cup of coffee!
When I said we have rarely been alone... I was not saying it lightly.
Since we have been home our house has been full. My mother has said we should open up a bed and breakfast. I have told her that the only thing that would change would be that we would have some paying guests and a house full guests.
I am not saying this to brag about how many friends I have, trust me most the people who come over to our home we barely know. I am saying this to say:
Are you coming to visit? I imagine tomorrow is that true?