So this is the first time I've ever been in France during the fall. I've done winter, spring, summer...never fall. And let me tell you, if I thought France was beautiful before, it's nothing compared to what I think now. I've always liked fall, but it's never been a season that I would call the most beautiful. But when I mentioned to a teammate this weekend that I had never seen France in the fall, he replied, "well, this is it's most beautiful season, don't you agree?" And I do.
This season has possibly made such an impression on me because I've done so much traveling during it. I've spent at least 5 hours in transit to various places every weekend, with the highest total coming to around 15 hours in 3 days. So I've seen a lot of scenery. And it's like a gorgeous painting that never ends. It's helped by the fact that the French countryside about a 20 minute drive from most cities looks like it's still in the Middle Ages. On cloudy days it makes me feel like the Apocalypse happened.
Oh, and making out while standing in the Mediterranean with the sun shining down on you is possibly one of the most romantic things I've ever done. Minus, you know, making out underneath the Eiffel Tower.
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