Sandpoint farmers' market

I could tell you how smooth our border crossing to the States went (a bit stressful when you are 30-something with 3 kids and try to explain to the good agent - who sharply told you to turn off your engine since it was not McDonald's here! - that you are a translator - a what? - who works from anywhere and who has clients in Quebec and Ontario, but crosses the border in Washington and plan on spending the winter in the States...) or how cool Sandpoint (Idaho) is and how we loved its farmers' market. Or I could just show you the pictures from the market and you would think that we have to coolest life in the world (we do, by the way)... But the truth is, I feel like crap right now. The truth is, traveling and working can be stressful at times and stress does not get the best out of me...

We had found a nice state park to camp for a couple of nights (Farragut), but even if the map from our newly acquired 4G Mobile Hotspot said there was connexion, well, there wasn't. So we kept going and went to Sandpoint, found that great farmers' market and asked at the tourist info where we could camp. There was only one little campground out of town and we headed that way. It was gorgeous, empty and just by the lake. I had told the girls we would make dinner on the fire tonight. We got the trailer leveled and found out we had a suspension leaf broken, then realised there was no connexion there either... and we both had rushed contracts for the next morning...

The girls had started to build a fairy house and getting back in the truck, forgetting about the fairy garden, the food cooking over the fire and the beautiful sunset just about to happen was NOT going to be easy... Anyways, from then on, it wasn't pretty... The idea of having to stay in a Walmart parking lot, again, did not please any of us, but we needed to work. And we needed to go. NOW.

Right now, as the 10th train of the evening rolls by, loudly, my heart is heavy with the lack of empathy I showed my girls and JF because I was so engrossed in my own stress about getting my work done, my own disappointment and frustration.

So there you have it, life is not always the photos you see on the blog, it is just a glimpse...

We all are a work in progress.

Désolée mes lecteurs francophones, je n'ai pas la force de traduire ce soir...