Antoine and I went to his parents' place in Annecy for a nice long weekend, thanks to the national holiday celebrating the armistice of the First World War.
Riding bikes in the mountains is murderously exhausting, needless to say.
The fog kind of hides the fact that the mountain sides are turning red and orange and golden yellow. It's really beautiful. I love going over Antoine's parents' place more and more all the time.
I guess I don't have much to say right now. I just barely started the application process for schools in Chicago... it's complicated though.
Miss and love all of you at home.