I barely had set foot in my home in Corsica, taking a deep breath of the maquis perfumed air, hugging my family, when I decided that paradise is this, it’s right here. I forgot everything.
I forgot to open my suitcase. Forgot my telephone. Forgot to cook, forgot my bag, my computer, forgot to wake up, and then, at times, would forget to sleep.
I think it’s what you call vacation.
I took advantage a little of the fact that my mother was so happy to see me that she was completely willing to make my stay as magical (spoiled) as a pretty pretty princess…. Like for example, I’d get up, my breakfast would be all ready for me. And then I wouldn’t even have to clean it up.
But all good things must come to an end, and so here I am, back in Paris, tan, psychoanalyzed*, well rested, and with clean laundry with the amazing smell that my mother, and only my mother, holds the secret to, folded well into my suitcase.
Yep. An ocean of love. Gross!
Lucky my sisters were there to spice things up a bit. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow? And then after that I promise that I’ll never waste your time with my family ever again.
Big hugs! <3
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