Today, I went to the place that I feel is my spiritual home to see my extended family.
From my great-grandfather, to my grandfather, to my father, to me and my brother, we all have wonderful memories of this lake and the little island that has housed many members of our family.
The weather today was a bit cool, but that meant that the lake was serene and peaceful with only the occasional boat driving by.
One of my relatives asked me if I ever get homesick, being in Paris and so far away.
The honest answer is no. I don't get home-sick, but I do get lake-sick. I miss this place. And evenings like this:
Thanks, Grandpa, for making this place and this family so special.