It has been 3 months since I came back from the Philippines & it takes me longer than normal to get back to the usual routine. Although it was harder getting back to France this time around, what with all the snow that welcomed me & now with winter lingering too long, life has slowly picked up. Thank goodness. This year will just have to surprise me. The welcome snow in our barrio last February I realized that going on holidays is something that gets better in time. You learn from your past vacations to pack lesser clothes, or that there's always never enough time to do things & in the end, you feel more tired. Like any other holidays. No matter how squarely you followed your time management. There is really such a thing as a professional traveller.
On our weekend trip to an old village of the Provence, Mons, I was surprised to see a defibrilaltor, with its instructions, in the small centre town, nicely built in the old thick walls of a typical old village house:
While the blogsphere is awefully quiet & with so little inspiration to write, I am hoping to likewise defribillate this blog with a better post. With the promise of a better spring, lots of sunshine & warmth coming our way because I won't survive more of this:
