Leaving was rather difficult. As excited as I was to be heading home and seeing friends and family, I'd made some great friends on the ship. There was a wave of people leaving the Saturday before me, so it made it a little easier to split up the good-byes over a couple days. Monday, though, I was a wreck. My beautiful cabin-mates met me for a brunch and bought me a crepe and coffee (Mercy Ships has the best crepes). I got a cards and traveling goodies from good friends Kalinda and Olivia, and Miriam made me traveling biscuits (aka cookies in American speak). Still, there wasn't enough time to say goodbye to everyone.
I'm still processing the trip. I keep wondering how it's affected me and changed my perspective, if I'll go back and in what capacity, and how to keep that part of me alive as I adjust to life in the States. It already feels like a dream, and I've only been away for 4 days. I pray for the people on and off the ship, but it's hard to reconcile two places that are so drastically different. I'll keep you posted as I sort through my thoughts, but for now, I'm grateful to be home and miss the home I left.
Montmartre has a reputation as a foodie area, so just walking down the street, the markets looked so colorful and inviting. I've never been so excited to cook. We ended up making foie gras with sautéed mushrooms, walnuts and root vegetables, chicken with a butter and parsley crust, roasted potatoes and tri-color carrots, and a pear tart with rosemary and gingerbread ice creams. WHAT?!! I've never felt so fancy. Beware those of you who live in Indianapolis. I have the recipes, and I plan on having multiple dinner parties until I figure out how to perfectly recreate the menu. So you will get to be guinea pigs.
|Constance the amazing chef|