The Hainsworth/Bennetts drove to Neuchatel. Me, in search of what is called the purest French in Switzerland - bringing me full circle in some ways, to the place where I can just love to listen to people talking and revel in the richness of language. It's mortifying for the girls, who can't get over how dorky their mother is. Oh well. 
Once again, Meg was the official trip photographer - she is amazing in that she is never still and seems to just snap a picture in motion without paying too much attention and then you look at what she has taken and the composition is perfect. We are all getting quite excited about Morocco - Meg will turn 14 there - what a neat thing to be able to say - that you turned 14 on a different continent. Quiet times here, today it is raining and we are talking about whether it's a home day or a museum day. Everyone seems to have switched into a lovely lower gear - hopefully, it's a sign of active interior dialogues in all of the teenagers - they are sleeping and eating and getting exercise and growing.
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