My camera and I have been reunited.
I went to a PACS ceremony in Champagne-Ardennes back in September, with camera in hand. I took pictures all night long, as I normally do. Then about two weeks later, a sudden sick feeling came to my stomach..."Where the heck is my camera?!" I tore my apartment apart. I asked Fab to tear his apartment apart. No trace. E-mails were sent, but no one seemed to know where my little reliable Canon camera went. I missed out on a lot of events (Prague, Thanksgiving, traveling in France, eating at Chateaubriand) and felt naked most of the time...paralyzed even. But then, one night, Fab calls. He found my camera in his suit pocket (the one he wore to the wedding). Praise the powers that be! So now my camera and I are working together again, and it feels so good.
I followed Fab to Vendée for Christmas festivities with his family. I have been to Vendée several times now, and it is an absolutely lovely region, and a rather unknown one to us Americans at that.