Last week we went to France for Semana Blanca. Several of our friends in the US made comments about how lucky we were. And we were lucky because being able to spend time together and visit a foreign country is super lucky. But, just to be clear. Saying we're going skiing in France here is sort of like saying, we're going skiing in Pennsylvania. Not that there is anything wrong with the Poconos. I love the Poconos...but it's not the big named, high mountain, challenging slopes that you think of when you think..."skiing in Europe." That being said, Font Romeu is a lovely little town, very quaint and French, right over the border between France and Spain. It is super easy to get there and sells AMAZING blueberry jams. Truth be told it's why we go back...and for the muffins. They used to have great blueberry muffins at the lodge but not this year. So, it's the jam.
The morning after we arrived I woke up with a fever. I wasn't planning on skiing anyway. I'm not much of a skier and we already went skiing once in Vermont this year (see...lucky). But I hadn't planned on spending the week sick. Nevertheless, sick I was, although not horribly sick...only fever, achy, how many days until we go home sick. And luckily for me, Alexa had hurt her arm playing basketball and was under doctor's orders to not snowboard so she kept me company.
I read recently that you learn a second language in a different part of the brain then the first one. They found this out when stroke patients lost their first language but not their second. And also, recently, I was told that learning a second language holds off the onset of Alzheimer's Disease. So, I'm going to keep working at my Spanish...and try to remember to learn a few things in French so that the next time I go I've got something to say. They really do have fabulous blueberry jam.