Welp. This is it.
Today is the day that I shall leave my cherished France. My chapter of "Barb the Care-freeTeaching Assistant" has come to a close...
After two years of enjoying the Dijonnaise life, I will soon find myself dragging a 30 kilo suitcase around Parisien train stations to catch a flight in Orly. However, rather than it being a direct flight to Miami, I shall experience what it is like to sleep overnight at a Berlin airport. I should be on firm, below-sea-level American soil by Saturday around 3 p.m. EST.
In the past couple of days, I've really been reconsidering my goal in life and have been asking myself "what do I really love to do?"
Apart from writing, drawing and singing, I also love to cook. I especially adore baking cakes and cookies. My French friends know this, too.
At a dinner this Tuesday, by dear friend Florence told me the steps to make a pastry shell and gave me this:
"It's my first pie pan. I bought it before I had even met my husband. I want you to have it and to send me pictures of all your quiches and tartes."
I have been so touched by her gesture. Food truly has a way of connecting people to each other.
It goes without saying that I will deeply miss French food. My solution is to try to make some once I'm back in the States. Who knows? Maybe my baking will be my next big venture.
Anyway, I've got to run. I'd like to bid my Dried Fruit Lady an "until next time" while the market is still open.
Barb the French Bean.