Our plans are up in the air for next year. Home? Turkey? Japan? Jeju island? A mix of all of the above? Live is hard, exciting things are happening back home, which it would be nice to be involved in. But are we ready? Going home seems serious, seems like, getting a good job and looking into buying some land. Exciting, but are we ready? Is it financial viable? Should we stay where we have good paying work?

Fuck. Life.

A large amount of my time in France was taken up with picnicking. Though you've already seen evidence of this, here are a few more picnic instances.

Pizza outside on the wall at my friend Claire's house, eating and swimming and sleeping at Lac du Bourget (largest and deepest of all French lakes!), more pizza at the Roman ruins in Lyon, view from picnic spot in Grenoble and finally a blurry shot after my lens broke biking towards our picnic over looking the Chateau Chambord.

Lucky it's getting warmer here now and I can resume my picnicking ways. 

Of all the countries I visited in Europe last time Slovenia is the one I look forward to revisiting. Not only because I will have a wee babe to visit but also it was so green and lush and stupidly hot. And it has lakes. I love lakes. I love camping beside lakes. I love swimming in lakes. I just love lakes. 

I mean, come on, look at it!

The house we were staying at was nestled in the hills. Hovering up there above Grenoble. 

Claire and I shared a bed. With french doors that opened out into the wilderness. We had thunderstorms the first night. I've never felt so fresh and cosy all at once. 

There were hiking tracks 15 minutes up the road, which led to picnics in flowered fields and an amazing array of mushroom specimens and cute farm houses.

And who would have guessed that the weather would be so perfect?

THIS website.

Oh. My. God.


Totally going to go camera crazy.

Derp.