Wellness

We left Morocco a couple of days ago and we're in France, the region of the Haute Savoie. We jumped to the east side of Geneva and stay at the foot of the Jura, the mountains that enclose this area like the Alpes do too. But the Jura is so much older, feels more mature and appears as a long and low wall in the landscape. Her appearance is so much darker than her younger sister the Alps. The Alps affront us like a young and thin sculpture, so strong with her high tops. The temptation to take the road and leave for Lyon, and to head further south towards the Ardeche is on my mind and in my veins. A voyage to and a stop at my family home in Balazuc, is the thought that keeps me awake during the silent night. But the family is out in different spots in Europe so the journey of my dreams ends here and amuses myself. The fresh air and the snowy hills are like a source of wellness to my allergy girl. Peaches and apricots is what I feel when I touch her cheeks. The shiny glossy pink on her snow white face. An allergy girl in a full spurt of energy and a glance of Christmas and celebrating with friends, and family.