Long underwear can be sexy

So after a full week of new classes, legal problems with Sophie (let's just say she did not take things lightly whenever I told her that I was leaving the apartment at the end of the month), incoming grades, and  lots of emotions.

At the end of the month I will be leaving my apartment in Angers and moving back to Nantes!  I am so excited to FINALLY be settling somewhere because frankly, despite my passion to travel, all of this moving around is a bit tiring (mentally, emotionally, and of course physically!)  I will be working at my internship one day a week, starting this Monday (ahh!) and then taking the train every day to Angers in order to attend my classes, which will finish at the end of March.  I figured that it will just be like taking a 40 minute bus ride to school.  People do it, especially for work, every day right?

So I orginally planned to stay in Angers the rest of the week (even though I do not have class this Friday) and join Benoit in Nantes for the weekend.  However, this week, I was missing him much more than usual.  And in need of a bit more adventure to break up the monotonous student life of class, study, eat, sleep, I took the train to Pornic Thursday night to see Benoit.  He was so touched that I came to visit and I am so glad I did.

He was 10 minutes late picking me up from the train station and at first, I was a bit floored do to the fact that I just spent 17 euros and 2 hours on the train just to see him.  Thursday nights is "aperitif night" between Benoit and his colleague (there is only two of them working on this particular worksite in Pornic) and I thought that he had forgotten about me after he had too many whiskeys.  Silly Laura, he was late because after he had a drink with his colleague, Benoit rushed home to straighten up the house and light a fire in the fire place so that I wouldn't be cold whenever I first arrived.  Then, he drove 30 to the nearest open grocery store (most all grocery stores in France close at 8pm--can you imagine that functioning in the U.S.?) in order to get exactly what I told him that I wanted to eat for dinner that night.  A plate of fine meats and cheeses with red wine of course was my choice.

Whenever we got back, we quickly revived the fire and poured the wine into a beautiful caraf that we inherited from Benoit's boss because it was slightly cracked on the inside.  We'll take it! lol.  I had just sat myself down by the fire in order to de-stress and enjoy the fresh moment of the present when Benoit walked in from the kitchen in nothing but his long underwear!  I didn't even know long underwear existed in France!  "I hope you still love my even though now you know I wear something so ugly underneath my pants at work," Benoit said meekly while imitating a ballerina in the mirror.  "I still love you if you still love me," I said as I lifted my turtle neck in order to show him that I too wear long underwear in the winter.  Yup, we were definitely made for each other.  We finished the evening by have a wonderful fireside dinner while watching and making fun of trashy French reality shows...there was really nothing else on tv that evening lol.

Thinking of you all.

Love,
Laura