We’re just back from an annual visit to an old and dear Breton friend. Each and every such occasion is pure celebration of life. Léonie speaks not a word of English, her first language is Breton, French her second, and cheerfully willing as we are, notre français est très limité.
Still, though, a joyful friendship has been maintained for years. By way of Léonie’s patient ear, and our willingness to leap in and have a go, together with shared delight in Brittany, hugs and smiles, laughter and tears, good food and coffee at table – we’re ever reminded that relationships are not made by words only.
wind in my wheels 🌱 