As I type we are sitting in the Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, waiting for our flight to Charlottetown by way of Montreal. After 29 days of life in France, we find ourselves again in the company of English speakers and I’m struck both by how inelegant English sounds when spoken (no wonder the French never came over to our side) and by how relaxing it has been to understand nothing of what is ebing spoken around me.

See you on the other side of the ocean.