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I had changed my mind. There I was, in the Cleveland airport, saying good bye to my parents, and I really had changed my mind. One good bye led to another, then to another...I was stalling. Finally, I hugged my dad and he whispered in my ear, "Just go." Thank goodness he did, thank goodness I did. Here are my beloved french sister and brother. Like I have said before, I didn't know how much I missed them until I saw them again.
Here we are having the traditional Tarte Flambe in Alsace with french mom and her beau. Tarte flambe is a thin bread crust with a creme fraiche sauce. There's some form of bacon- more like a pancetta on it. When you go to a restaurant, they bring them out one at a time. The waitron keeps bringing the same thing out until you tell them to stop. It's very social and fun. It goes well with beer or white wine.

It was wonderful to be back in France. I felt like I was "home."

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mimi and papa said…
Home is where the heart is and it is your good fortune to be at home with your extended family. Is it my imagination or does your french brother resemble your man? The three of you are family, no doubt and neither miles nor years can diminsh the bond. I'm so happy that you had the opportunity to be together once again! True love can only expand the love we have for everyone we love. Beautiful!
August 15, 2007 at 7:27 PM
Anonymous said…
HELLO ITALY! We have your "Nanny", and are delighted to say that she arrived here in the states with all the zest and pep that she usually keeps in her bag of tricks. We spent the evening out on the deck... don't worry, it hasn't changed much since you were here last... and have been hearing stories about your new home, including your lawn inspiration. Upon further investigation, we came upon this website that we thought you would find interesting, if not darn right mind easing.... I know, I know--- Now you'll FINALLY be able to sleep at night! WE'VE SOLVED THE MYSTERY FRUIT CASE!!! http://www.italylogue.com/planning-a-trip/summer-fruits-in-italy.html

Have a few glasses of vino for us all!

Love from Daphne, Velma, Scooby and the Gang, here in the Mystery Machine!
August 18, 2007 at 8:28 PM
Unknown said…
Everyone looks beautiful! Nikki is cute and Nat beaut! Glad you had such a hoot! Toot toot! XOX Sho Roc
August 21, 2007 at 1:41 PM
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