Whirlwind

I've had quite the week. It started out calmly as many of my weeks do, but then took a busy turn. On Wednesday I went into the city to have lunch with Lucy, a lovely lady whose blog Lucy's Kitchen Notebook makes me drool on a regular basis. Lucy and I have been leaving comments on each other's blogs for the last month or so, and finally decided to meet. More than a physical meeting I like to think it was also a meeting of minds. Although our respective passions differ - except for a mutual love of photography - we are on the same wavelength on a number of subjects. Then there's the commonality of being anglophones in a French city. There was so much to talk about we jabbered on like a couple of teenagers.

On Thursday I met Lucas for lunch, not something we often do, but considering that he has a full two hours for lunch, something we should probably do much more. We visited the large Médiatheque close to his office - where we borrowed a novel in English for me, and a couple of CDs ofCaribbean music - I'm listening to Trini-Party, a compilation of Calypso music - right now. Yesterday, yet another lunch, this time in Vieux Lyon with Frédi, a dear friend whom I met when I worked last summer. It's shamefully been several months since we've been in touch, so we had quite a bit of catching up to do. Later that night we met our friends Mary and Phillipe, to celebrate their daughter Mia's 18th birthday with a Pub Crawl around Vieux Lyon.

All of which makes me realise that I can no longer honestly say that I don't have any friends in France, or no life either. It's been just under three years and I am amazed at the difference this time has made. I have a feeling I'll be spending more time outside this winter than ever before!