About six years ago, in June of 2012, I watched "Forks over Knives," a documentary that advocates a whole-foods, plant-based lifestyle, with a friend. The next day, I gave everything in my apartment that wasn't vegan to my parents, and that was that. Danny was in Bangladesh for six weeks at the time, and each week when we Skyped, he asked if I was still eating vegan. I always said yes, and years later, it was still the case.
Last Christmas break we went back to the U.S. for my brother's wedding, and at the end of our trip, my parents told us that they intended to come visit us in Madrid, so as soon as Danny and I decided on the best time for them to visit, they said, they would start planning their trip. They booked their flights not long after the initial conversation, and after that point, it was like we were on a countdown - see you in three months...two months...six weeks...etc - June 17th couldn't come soon enough (see, I can still remember the date!).
Most Saturdays for us look fairly similar: we sleep in a little bit, make breakfast together (usually one of these recipes), clean up, maybe read or play a game and then realize it's time to start making lunch already so we do that, leave the house in the early afternoon to run some errands or visit a park, then maybe have dinner with friends in the evening or eat else leftovers as we're typically sick of being in the kitchen after all that cooking. They're pretty low-key days, but nice days, and I'd be lying if I said that major changes to those plans don't usually disappoint me.
We spent the second night of our French road trip in the small town of Marcillac-Vallon. I didn't necessarily choose Marcillac-Vallon, it was just on our route and the town I wanted to stay in didn't have any Airbnbs in our price range, so, in a sense, it chose us. I was planning to get into town late and leave early the next morning, just continuing on with our itinerary, and leaving no time at all to see the little village. However, our hosts were the picture of hospitality - and they weren't the first or the last! We encountered this over and over in France! Such kind people inviting us to be a part of their homes and lives and providing fantastic food that we couldn't help put other plans on pause to experience real life with real people - and it was beautiful.
It's hard for me to wrap my mind around, but we're just over halfway through our summer in the US. Some days I'm really excited to head back to Spain, but most days I'm just consumed with the here and now, with living our current reality of work and friends and family and big, blue Colorado skies. Saying good-bye to it all again doesn't feel like it will really happen, but I know that it will (of course, pending visa approval!).
Well, this past Saturday marked one month since we arrived back in the US for the summer, and for as much as I might not have wanted to come back, things have been going quite well. We've settled into new routines - or rather, as much of a routine as we can since I'm working on a substitute basis and Danny's hours are sort of irregular as well - and are enjoying being back in a place where we know our way around (for the most part).