It's a strange feeling to return "home" from a place to a place that feels like it's also a temporary place. From Amsterdam, I was coming "home" to France.
Today, late in the afternoon, I went outside for a break from work. A fire was burning of olive branches somewhere. Almost all of the olive trees are now pruned. I love that smell. Outside I could smell that late afternoon scent that reminds me so of Europe. In the morning I hear the birds that remind me of Italy and france. It feels different here than in the US. I haven't lost that in becoming familiarized.
I can't seem to get in with the French. The English and Dutch, yes, but not the french, yet.
My French is better since taking a break in Amsterdam. I am hearing the words now..I am understanding more.
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