It's my last day of freedom. Tomorrow, I'm back to working five days a week. It's time, I think 5-6 weeks off is the perfect amount of time to recharge one's batteries. In France, minimum mandated vacation per year is 5 weeks which seems quite understanding of the human condition. In the states, I was brainwashed into thinking vacation was a luxury instead of a necessity. Even here, two weeks paid vacation is the minimum all employers must provide for the employees. Of course, I'm not an employee, I'm a contractor, so I get none of the compensation, but I do get oodles of time off.
So begins my 17 weeks of steady work. After that, we're going on our vacation of a lifetime, cruising the mediterranean and seeing Paris and Rome. I say vacation of a lifetime because it's more expensive than anything we've ever done, and possibly more expensive than any trip we'll ever take again. The part I'm looking forward to the most is Pompeii.
Yesterday, I said goodbye to a good friend who is moving back to France. I'm sad to see her go, as we enjoyed the company of her family. Before the kids arrived, we went camping together each summer, and I looked forward to doing that in the future once the kids got older. But no, they got fed up with (employment, climate, lack of friends&family) it here and are fleeing.
I'll miss you Marie-Annick. Best of luck in all your future endeavors.