We were on the train en route to Toulon, headed to M’s wedding. To my right the sea whizzed past. I saw a few divers bobbing on the surface and wondered if there were reefs in the dazzling blue below.
I was armed with books. Before we left Hubby warned me about the number of train rides we’ll take on this trip (just us, I was apprehensive to bring baby this far and this high). I told him not to worry, that long train rides didn’t bother me as long as I had something to read. One of the books I brought was a dud — after page 49 it was suddenly page 248 — and I made a mental note to exchange it at Kinokuniya even though I had lost the receipt. “If they won’t take it, I’ll make them go viral!” I declared. He laughed, “No one would care.” Read More