Another bright, sunny day arrived and early in the morning we received a
reassuring telephone call from British Air. Our recalcitrant valise
had been reined in and was due to return to our custody this morning.
Goody.
We hung out all morning, working on our reports and photos. I spent a
lot of time sitting in the back yard soaking in the gorgeous view. Soon
I began to hear the toot of a horn down the road. Toot, toot. Then a
quiet time. Then toot, toot. More quiet. I eventually figured out
that this must be the suitcase deliveryman trying to find the right
house and I began to walk up the drive to the gate. Here came Henri,
our cheerful little delivery man. "You are waiting for a valise,
n'est-ce-pas?" "Mais oui!" I responded., Henri thanked me for the good
directions and said it made it so much easier to find the house. He
unloaded Don's bike from his little delivery van and said adieu. Don
grabbed his long lost case and hugged it to his chest. He is overjoyed
to have it back again.
The case came along with a big batch of tags and stickers, attesting to
its world tour. This afternoon Don will set up his bike and then we can
start riding every day.
We spent most of the afternoon just hanging out around the house and
took a quick trip to the grocery store, since it is Saturday and often
the stores are closed on Sunday.
When we got back from the store Don set up his bike and admired it
fondly. Maybe tomorrow for a bike ride. Jet lag is beginning to kick
in.
I made a tasty dinner of pork roast with roasted vegetables. We set the
patio table, using our favorite Provencal tablecloth that Susie, Cheryl
and Marilyn got for us the year we all went to Marseilles. Don got a
bit sentimental, thinking about his little sister Susie, and remembering
what a good time she had that trip and how much more fun the whole
experience was with her along. Every time we get our tablecloth out we
have a sweet and loving thought of Susie.
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