Gearing up to head back home, I decided to stop in Toulouse again. I needed a place to stop on my way back to Madrid, so I decided to come back here. I really enjoyed this city and logistically it was the easiest spot to leave from. 

Upon arriving I got a quiche from a local bakery and ate it at a nearby city park/ plaza. I can recall the serene moment of the breeze in the air, the salty salmon in the quiche, and the crying child on the playground calling for his dad because he was afraid to climb higher on a passage of netting. 

After, I went to the jardin des plantes, my favorite napping spot in the city. There were chickens running about this time. 
My first host was Eric. He was great. He made a good “rice salad”, which I’d never heard of. 
My second host was Raul from Mexico. He was also great. We shared some good chats about meditation and the nature of reality. 

I spent my days visiting my favorite spots and exploring new places around the city.

One day I met up with Dominique who I had met on my previous trip to Toulouse. He took me to a spot on the Garonne river south of Toulouse. We swam and had an improv bbq. 
Later that evening we went to a nearby town that was having a local music festival. 

On another occasion, I met up with Kehli, a girl that I had met in Marseille a few weeks earlier. We spent the day walking around the city and shopping for shoes. She was fun and a little chaotic. 

In summary, what I can say about my time in France and the big lesson learned:

My heart is full. I’m glad to have come and I am glad to return.