Come January 1, we expect great things to happen in our year. With age, we try to be more realistic. We stop dreaming as much with the unimaginable and, at least for me, I try to focus on what it can be seen as achievable. In my mind, after 20 days have already passed by from that evening when we said farewell to the year that ended December 31, I smile and briefly remember as much as possible of what I made happen. Definitely, one for the books… or better said, for memory lane. Many kilometers were walked, flown, and ridden within different corners of the world. New places were discovered, and just as it should, new faces came about and others left.
The year started in Belgium if I recall correctly in the middle of quite a firework performance. We had our frights during that 4-day stay, not all of them worth it, but we came back home all safe and sound with everything we were supposed to.
Then, as the Spring started to arrive, my warmth factor started to need Vitamin D and as I have done in the last few years since I became an expat in France, an escape was necessary to sunny Mexico. I like to think I bring back with me the first rays of sun of the season. Many encounters with some that I hadn’t seen in only a year, but with others that I hadn’t met with in around 30 years. Oh, dear, that sounds like a big number, hahahaha!
So much for the sun, he left again, and so did I. A brief escape for a tiny bit of Germany to come before my eyes. What a beautiful place! Small, picturesque, but big enough to call it a city. So many things to see and visit… but definitely the best was the cathedral. Many had told me about it, but I think I stared in awe for at least half a minute before I could pronounce a word.
The Summer arrived later than it was expected, nonetheless, yes, it is the best season of the year in this latitudes and our most favorite visitors came back. It is true that the more life provides us with, the more we want. It was our first chance to get together under the sun, to do picnics, to walk until late at night, and the two weeks came to an end too darn fast. Kiss n’ cry, again, for the third time in the year. This loving thing hurts…
Back to School season and in France it is not just school, but everyone goes back to their main activity, and this year it was time for me to find a new project and set the scene for it to become a reality. The year was soon coming to its end. What a marvelous one it’s been!
A new book with 365 blank pages was to be delivered and it would be up to us to make the most out of them and make them shine, even more than the previous one.
