We drove back to the Geneva's airport Ms and Mr Lala on Sunday. My eyes were a little wet when we kissed goodbye and hugged.



Now Jeff refuses to speak French to me, although he was a bit worried at the idea of speaking in English before their arrival.



We have had such an amazing time. For those who already know Dalai_Lala, you know how wonderful she is, she is even more wonderful, smart, and witty in reality, so is her husband.




To briefly sum up:

Walked through Lyon, laughed, talked, laughed, Brasserie Georges (the oldest Brasserie in this town), tried to lose them a couple of times as my internal GPS was on strike, walked, talked, dinner, escalope ą la Normande, cucumber from our garden, wine, cheese, talked, laughed, talked, saw razorbacks crossing our street--except for Jeff who still has not seen them, but at least he now knows that I haven't made it up!, drove through the mountains, got lost as usual, laughed, visited the CERN, talked, laughed, dinner, awful stringy French beans from our garden, wine, cheese, talked, laughed, visited the Moidans' caves, time for Jeff to lose us while driving--we are both as bad as each other, Arbois' vineyards, pātisserie & chocolatier (cake shop and chocolate maker) in Lons-le-Saunier, drove through the village Montaigu where Rouget de Lisle--the guy who wrote the French hymn-- was born, dinner, wine, cheese, cakes, talked, laughed, drove them to the Geneva's airport, and I believe we have tried to lose them one more time, but that's because we didn't want them to leave... already time to say goodbye.

(although it doesn't seem obvious: we have also slept!)

We miss them, and are plotting to see them again.