Here comes the rainy day

Up until now, our trip has been basking in more than perfect weather, at least for a month of October in France. Temperatures were much warmer than seasonal ones and all was super dry, that was until this morning when rain began pounding on the roof over our bedroom up on the mountain in the Saint Roch area that overlooks the town of Sallanches, gateway to the Mont-Blanc region. 

I had picked the place because of the incredible view of Mont Blanc at the expense of ease of access and our lackluster accommodations. Today, there was not the tiniest portion of Mont-Blanc to be seen and rain stayed with us for the entire day. Near Annemasse (a French suburb of Geneva) we had lunch with Marcel a former colleague of mine who was teaching skiing in Australia (we hadn’t seen each other for close to 50 years!) 

We caught up with today news, realized that we had all grown old beyond our wildest dreams and envisioned the necessary next steps, both seriously and humorously. Too bad our other friend Gẻrard couldn’t make it, but circumstances are always difficult to always manage successfully…

Mid afternoon, the rain had stopped and we finally made it to what used to be my hometown, my neck of the woods and the skies cleared again as a way to say “Welcome back!”