Du Helder Lyon

... she has for her life. She may only be 36 (taking a guess Della!!) but she may be one of the wisest people I know and have come to respect greatly. She may not have realized but I listened and heard every word about life she ever spoke and put it in my &#8220;thought jar&#8221;. Now half a year later and half way around the world I still think and remember the things I have learned from her. <br><br> This all makes sense, in my head at least, but the ...

... story is boring (because its kids). So I have been stuck in book limbo for some time now. I have made several attempts before living in France but the books I had access to were all too boring. Then the first time in France I couldn&#8217;t afford any books, I was a poor student. This time in France I have got a mom who reads good books and a salary so I can either buy them or borrow them. Borrowing is obviously my first choice, I chose to read the ...

... to make it work. I care very much about the family and don&#8217;t want to pack my bags and leave over these issues. But I have also realized that a change must be made and it is going to take both parties to work on these changes. I have positive feelings about it all and hope for the best. I am although not exactly looking forward to the actual &#8220;talk&#8221; or discussion portion, because it ...

... to make an effort and be more myself. I have gotten a little lost in my mind lately I suppose. I did lots of stuff and will write about it later but wanted to update on the "problem". <br>"the serious discussion" has not happened yet but I am more positive about it after having had such a great weekend. I have more reason to want to make things work, <br>Will write more when i know more.. <br>MISS YOU ALL

... so awesome. It's hard to describe the feeling.<br><br> We toured the (I can&#8217;t even think of the words in English right now because everything was in French) but we toured the "caves" the underground storage area and where they made the wine. We drank wine and had little aperitifs while we hung out and talked. We then took a scenic walk down the mountainside. It was awesome. I of course thoroughly enjoyed it. <br ...

... that we can make it together. This made her feel better and it also told me that I have someone here who I can share my experiences with. <br><br>I am glad to have that, I am grateful. Because I can tell you a million times how things are hear and you can listen and know but it&#8217;s only a person who has or is going through the same tribulations that can really understand. Like what it&#8217;s like to be yelled at by someone who you live with ...

... 8217;t speak French. Truth be told not one person here has been impolite or rude to me. All it takes is a little knowledge of the language to get by. I mean how annoying is it when we experience people in California who don&#8217;t speak English; it&#8217;s like hello, America here?? English please and thank you. <br><br> It&#8217;s now Sunday morning and I am listening to the wonderful ...

... for the French national TV. He has an angel voice (and face).<br> <br>My friend Lionel, his wife Christel and one of their kids stayed with us for a week-end on their way to the French Riviera from Paris. Our friend Pascal who studied in Graduate School with Lionel and me came for lunch one day with his wife and kid. We had a great time catching up as the last time we had all been together was for ...

... The road is built out from the cliff along the edge of the mountain, and offers a perspective on Alpe d'Huez you cannot see from any other location. We link back into the Alpe d'Huez climb at La Garde, and anyone is welcome to sag or ride back up the remainder of the mountain to Villard-Reculas. You are highly encouraged to try the magnificent jacuzzi out on the terrace for a pre-dinner soak!(=65km to La Garde) (B)(D)<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Tuesd ay, July 21st<br>Today ...

... là, j'écris pendant quelques temps dans mon livre, et je jase aussi avec le couple de jeunes Québécois que j'ai rencontrés dimanche, et dont le mec est dans ma chambre. Vers 17 heures, je redescends en ville, me prend encore un kebab, que je m'enfile tranquillement en marchant dans les rues, et en faisant un peu de lèche-vitrines entre deux bouchées. Soirée tranquille en perspective, alors que j'ai ramené quelques broues de ma précédente escapade. Les voyages, c'est aussi les vacances...