This brisk morning

Most windows in France, including mine, have shutters or blinds on the exterior of the building that nearly block out all light. The darkness, combined with a chill in my room this morning when I woke, made it extremely difficult to crawl out of bed. I forced myself to be up at a decent hour so I could make it to the outdoor market near my apartment, held only on Wednesday and Saturday mornings.

I always loved going to the fresh markets in Aix-en-Provence and I still equally adore them in Tours. It may be silly to think so, but I find the colorful presentation of various fruits, veggies, meats, cheeses, and other gourmand products sort of beautiful. After taking a tour of all the vendors, I bought my produce to last me the next several days and took it back to my apartment. I did spend a pretty penny on some mushrooms. Perhaps mushroom spotting and gathering on my hike this past Sunday inspired this expensive purchase. Now I feel I owe it to myself to find some way to tastefully season and cook these mushrooms.

On the way to the market this morning a feeling hit me similar to the way the brisk air did when I walked out the door. Quite suddenly I fully realized my present situation and how wonderful it really is, how fortunate I am. It's not that before this moment I haven't appreciated my experiences or thoroughly enjoyed the people I've met, places I've seen... but this morning I recognized and appreciated the fact that I really will be here, in Tours, until next May. The sunshine above and the chill in the air, the fact that I was headed to one of my favorite places, remembering how much fun I had teaching on Monday without it seeming at all like "work", and looking forward to meeting friends for lunch was quite rejuvenating.

I met several friends for crepes at lunchtime before going to see "The Social Network". While my mother was here we found a creperie we really enjoyed where conveniently enough, there happens to be a very cute waiter. When my mother and I ate there we made some small talk with him, but nothing extensive. After eating there with my mom, he remembered me and now says "bonjour" with a smile when I walk past the creperie. Needless to say, I told some friends about my quick hellos with him and they chose to meet for lunch there today just for me. Unfortunately, due to my timidness, I cannot bring myself to talk to him. I'm afraid I'll just have to return next week...

Tomorrow I will teach three classes at J.P. Rameau, to which I am very much looking forward. This evening I will prepare for the classes, hopefully catch up with friends and family from home, and maybe even cook those mushrooms...