It's been 15 years since I was a 20-year-old exchange student in the small, Pyranees mountain city of Pau. Birthplace of Henry IV (who?), and home of crudite-thon-sans-thon sandwiches (veggie-tuna-without-the tuna) at Le Triangle, I called it home for about 6 lovely months. When I came home, I was 21, blonder than blond, and 15 pounds heavier. I blame the bread, cheese, and wine.
This weekend, some of my fellow Pau etudiants will be joining me in Orange County to celebrate our past and present. Some of us have seen each other almost annually, while there are 2 I have not laid eyes on in 15 years. I can't wait!