sarah's essay - Sunlight filtered through the leaves of...

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Sunlight filtered through the leaves of exotic trees, dancing in the salt-spiced breeze that whirled up the hill from the sea. My eyes still a little bleary from an impromptu nap on the beach, I breathed deeply, tasting the ocean in the air. Climbing the hill to the beach house, I listened as my French correspondent and host , Lucie, explained the lunch situation for the day. "My mother's cousins are visiting," she told me as we crested the top of the hill and arrived at the gate to her family's beach house. Even as we walked through the small garden, I could hear the excited chatter of reunited family and smell hot bread fresh from the boulangerie . Everyone was crowded out on the veranda. Lucie's father Daniel greeted me and introduced me to the new arrivals, his thick south French accent rich with wine and fresh air. The family was exhilarating: bonjour, enchantée, kiss left, kiss right; then the next person, bonjour, enchantée, kiss left, kiss right , then the next… All of them wanted to
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