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The Unexpected Adventure That Awaited Me in France
For someone who embraced adventure with every part of me, even this one was a stretch
Growing up, I’d been blessed to travel plenty. My parents had taken my sister and me with them to live in numerous countries in Africa, and we spent long chunks of time in the Far East and Israel.
By the time I was a teenager back in England, I’d seen lands that most of my peers had never even dreamed of visiting. And while there was no real separation in our worlds as we explored the limited wonts of British teenage fascination, there was a part of me that always hungered for something else, something more.
Adventure.
And so it was that in my mid-twenties I set off for France, excited beyond belief to spend the spring with friends who were living there, and immersing myself into the beauty and nature, music, dance, and festivals. Just for a little bit.
Little did I know the truth of what awaited me.
Haute Vienne was bursting into spring when my partner of six years, T, and I showed up in its rolling hills. It was the spring equinox on which we arrived, when nights were still close to freezing, yet the days were filled with warm sunshine.
